Am I alone in seeing that the world has its moments of understated brilliance?
Catch and Release by Michael Romani Writing to write, so it seems Is often the child of unknown dreams Miscast, recanted or fully embraced The soul of a writer is often disgraced Laid barren as its sort of super power Each story is a blossom uniquely in flower Mastering the discipline of a Shaolin fighter Early days and late nights spent on typewriter Looking to the skies as air becomes fire The affect is elemental and filled with desire Every word reflecting the resemblance of things done Contrasting differences between the many and the one Taken in singular, standing out in the crowd One quiet whisper lays mysteriously loud Speaking above the ashes in native resilience An indestructible blink of understated brilliance There in the limbo zone of impossibility Are the horrors of things seen in reality Things that are never meant to be seen Leaving the survivors scooped to half human beings These are the truths seen through that door Where the inhumanity of man at war Plays out in its continuous loop That demands to be spoken of out on the stoop Jump cuts and freeze frames tell the story Of times when only fools speak of glory A high wire throat clearing of self announcement Shatters the silence with each pronouncement And so it goes with the shifting voltage of phrase Knowing beyond knowing that each life is lived in phase Sometimes life comes at you in straight deadpan Reality teaches its lessons forming the man Scripture and physics form the best of each As we grasp from life what it might teach Shattered until we learn to dwell in the pieces A divine light shines as the Fisherman catches and releases (c) April 9, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 