Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Living Machines
The silence of the heart
As it waits for the beat
Is a lifetime’s length apart
As we pray for it’s repeat.
For fear of death, that last breath
Is what we least desire
And yet we near it forgetting Body to Spirit
Is the same as the Flame to the Fire
Imperfect projections
Of the perfectly Splendid
That dressed up in us and they pretended
To play in this scene of another short dream
Until they wake up and take up
Another Living Machine.
2-7-24
Analysis
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“In “Living Machines,” the poet Rev. Shakes Spear reflects on the ephemeral nature of life and the human fear of death. Capturing the quiet anticipation between heartbeats, he likens the body to a machine that temporarily houses the spirit—both fleeting projections of perfection. This raw poetry contemplates the cyclical journey of the spirit that dresses in the mortal guise to experience life’s brief dream before awakening to inhabit a new form. Through this rhythmic contemplation cast in verse, Spear evokes the intimate dance between mortality and the eternal. Written on the 7th of February, 2024, this piece calls to ponder the profound connection between body and spirit, akin to flame and fire.”
“In “Living Machines,” Rev. Shakes Spear delves into the contemplative space between life’s fragility and the inevitability of death. The poem explores the quiet before a heartbeat and the fear of its cessation, drawing a parallel between bodily existence and fleeting machinery. Spear portrays life as a temporary stage for the spirit, likened to costumes worn for a brief drama before moving on. This meditation on the cycle of life and the transient nature of the human form underscores a deeper, spiritual continuity, suggesting a symbiotic relationship between the corporeal and the eternal, mirroring the union of flame with fire.”