Basking Peacocks Flocking On The Dunes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Perceptions of success to award,
And who should be given a focus that explores it...
With an attention to interpret this as an achievement,
Is an 'exclusive' meaning that defines to the many...
What for them an achieving of success is meant to be.

And seldom is an attention bestowed on a poet,
Who reflects to a certain degree...
A maverick disposition who exposes depth and honesty.
Especially if this might upset and offend,
Those preferring to feed repeatedly...
On technicolored delusions that feast upon deceit.

And being too connected to truth as most poets can be,
With a doing to pursue...
There will be very few 'gems' amongst them observed,
Shining as bright as rhinestones picked to glisten...
In flourescent light to do with a purpose,
Knowing the few chosen to impress...
Will not be into sparkling diamonds,
To enable the telling of the difference to them unknown.

'I shattered with a shuttering pause,
To peel each leaf from her brave bloom.
Dare I not?
Or do I sit awaiting,
The flock of peacocks basking on the dunes.'

~Huh? What the...
Oh.
What a moving and heartfelt reading.
Absorbed I sat as if hypnotized.
Although I will admit,
Not one word of it I understood.
But...
What difference does that make,
If it moved me to imagine...
Those basking peacocks flocking on the dunes.
Your reading?
Simply captivating.~