If It Is Peace Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With imagination...
Free we are to deliver,
Our best creations.
Only we restrict them to limits!
Sometimes selfishly we decide,
To explore or hide.
Within those limits.
And satisfied we are,
When they've been reached.

Snuggle some do...
In moods of fictionalized attitudes.
Set and draped upon landscapes,
Author made.
To invite escapes.
For the mind traveling to other times.
To visit while watching a movie.
And hypnotized to feel...
Live and breathe,
The experience.
Believed with feelings felt to be real.

~If it is peace we say we seek,
Why isn't this captured and released...
To be as it is wished and witnessed? ~

Rendered portraits on canvas hooked,
To walls.
Will stop and stall one in motion.
With eyeballs that seem to follow.
If the artist wishes this.
From a devotion set in motion.

~If it is peace we say we seek,
Why isn't this captured and released...
To be as it is wished and witnessed? ~

With imagination...
Free we are to deliver,
Our best creations.
Only we restrict them to limits!
Sometimes selfishly we decide,
To explore or hide.
Within those limits.
And satisfied we are,
When they've been reached.

Architects.
Dancers with bodies flexed.
Poets sometimes rhyme,
Or ramble on with prose...
Depict from the heart,
What sensations lay bared...
To pen and share right from the start.
'Please...
Leave me to drift,
Upon the smooth watered rocks.
In a cascading not to stop...
The fresh bleeding of my emotions.'

So much of us can be exposed,
To silence our indifferences.
If we chose to compose our thoughts.
To bring to life 'that' which is sought.
And,
If it is peace?
Why must it be fought?
Before it becomes realized...
In our presence and prioritized to keep.

~If it is peace we say we seek,
Why isn't this captured and released...
To be as it is wished and witnessed? ~

And yet...
Perhaps peace is too abstract to define,
To permit it a basic comfort.
For those who have nourished to feed,
On complexities!