Paradise Lost (Can’t Let It Go)😔🌈
Can’t let it go – not yet –
When bodies burnt
Are yet to be detected.
I, infected
By the sweat, the heat,
The still existent rainless threat.
Might that not be metaphor
For Milton’s fall of man?*
A stopgap setback: temporary,
Conflagration momentary:
Decrease following expansion.
A balloon
Must always pop
Out in and on itself,
It is the law;
Fast or slow
(for things take time),
Regrowth following again.
A cycle starting,
Cycles that can never end,
The winds of time determining…
Since you and I live only now
(as far as we, the planetary
Lilliputians know)
It’s always now for us to care for;
Never certain of the future.
Most of us avoid the four pronged syllable;
Spi-rit-u-al.
Maybe time has shown up
To take them on our lips,
The ‘ups’
Beginning to be ‘downs’.
I don’t mean to make literal demands on the reader, but Paradis Lost was an epic poem by John Milton published in 1667. It is a metaphor for the fall and rise/ again of man. (See Google)
Paradise Lost 11.14.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Out Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
