The Fragility of Frodo-Synthesis

Flowers on the verge of bloom

dryness doesn’t open

to the heart of the room

the quality of the sun rays seemed to change

midst the shining tomb

no resurrection, a choosing of gloom

sustenance soon  lost

orphaned; marooned

subject to whims, desires, retaliation

irritations, perceptions, deliberations

Missing under something in the soil lacking standing

falling on deaf ground

never landing

Rays that were once a hugging embrace

now bounded up

into a formal grace

to the sensitive, weary, worn

lies an infertile, unsettling morn


(This poem is the beginning off a set of poems that convey a spiritual progress (spiral) effect, ending with “The Divine Common Factor”)

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