the precision of music on Sunday morning

how precise
this life
pulled from Kali's arse,

Sunday bells are ringing
no cause for alarm,
the Spanish choir's
songs of devotionc
like mountains of notes
falling into my city's ears

crows crowing and songbirds
join the attention,
cars miss the stop signs on the
corner of W, 26 street,
nothing happens without
complicity

embrace me father for i have sinned
i have missed the golden pansies and the
scarlet petunia
growing,,
faces turning
towards the sun....

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I wrote the poem Sunday morning but was unable to post it till today. Kali yuga is my reference point. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali_Yuga Life, however, is lived in one continuous stream of conscious awareness , uninterrupted except by our thoughts. ~A

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ohio, USA

Favorite Poets: Bokonon: “Let your life be the poem you write”.

Comments

Anna

This one has been hidden too long, though the reference to Kali is of Indian origin there is a mix of religion here to spread a question across most beliefs and there seems to be a little hardness to some of the things many are asked to endure, Yours Ian.T

devotionc just a typo lol

A muse,

A muse while the reality of life carries on it's dangerous course, and the failings of religion over natures powers.That's what i read here, thank you. Regards Roscoe..