NaPoWriMo26 GloPoWriMo26

An Ekphraistic poem on the accompanying photograph  "Places you can find loveIts sits around lurking in places"When disillusionment strikes-When mankind shears itself of its rosy huesStands stark naked in ashen uglinessWhen romance is an echo in a fading oasisWhen filial love is usurped by greedWhen all aspirations and desires Are images in a splintering mirror Or dissipating shadows flashed from a faulty hologram-In that moment of stark revelation An image, a tableau, long forgotten,Buried under a debris of disappointments Shakes itself free and flashes in the inward eye-A view from a mountain ridge With evergreen trees and lush pasturesWith a meandering pearl necklace of a river That adorns the ravines and holds no sign of ravaging mankind-I savour the sight. I run to the hills, Return, retrace, retreat,Retract my hold on a savage, illusory world Drinking in the stillness I relearn peace I loll in the warmth of the cold air My eyes feast on the surfeit of green, unsatiated.I finally understand what love truly is – It is the experience of oneness with eternityLife is one long momentDeath too is a continuity. Note: The opening quote is from John Keats