The real borders exist in the mind,
and have no form in the material
world, but are more powerful, than
any fence or wall or gate might be,
for they enclose our thoughts, our
beliefs, our attitudes and often, our
feelings, in ways which prevent the
truth of connection; in ways which
hold us in place, defined, if not
imprisoned behind the edifice of
fear, which made boundaries so
necessary, in the first place, and
which, is always, through distant
night, and hovering day, working
artfully, to replace the mortar, make
stronger the defences, reinforce the
walls, which hold us in and others
out, those boundaries of heart and
mind, of soul and psyche; those
borders we have so carefully built,
where trailing leaves, seeking roots,
perfumed blossoms, call always
from the other side, just out of our
reach, and beyond limited vision.
https://dversepoets.com/2017/08/22/poetics-border/
and have no form in the material
world, but are more powerful, than
any fence or wall or gate might be,
for they enclose our thoughts, our
beliefs, our attitudes and often, our
feelings, in ways which prevent the
truth of connection; in ways which
hold us in place, defined, if not
imprisoned behind the edifice of
fear, which made boundaries so
necessary, in the first place, and
which, is always, through distant
night, and hovering day, working
artfully, to replace the mortar, make
stronger the defences, reinforce the
walls, which hold us in and others
out, those boundaries of heart and
mind, of soul and psyche; those
borders we have so carefully built,
where trailing leaves, seeking roots,
perfumed blossoms, call always
from the other side, just out of our
reach, and beyond limited vision.
https://dversepoets.com/2017/08/22/poetics-border/
I like your depiction of fear as "always, through distant
ReplyDeletenight, and hovering day, working
artfully, to replace the mortar"
The last stanza is beautiful! And I liked 'the edifice of / fear, which made boundaries so / necessary, in the first place' - so true, our invisible borders leading us to create physical ones.
ReplyDeleteThat first stanza really packs a true punch Roslyn and truth flows from this entire poem. Lovely and wise.
ReplyDeleteSo very true... those perceived borders are those that really limit us.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you on those mental borders that holds us imprisoned ~ That last stanza is beautiful, in all its sadness glory ~
ReplyDeleteBirds are impervious to borders, render them useless, while those of us whose feet are on the ground, are wage slaves or tax payers, have borders within, on top of, borders, real & imagined to contend with.
ReplyDeleteI agree--our minds provide the borders. What we think is obviously true is the strongest, tallest border wall.
ReplyDeleteYes, our fear of the "other" is always present, whatever we define as "other." Good thinking here.
ReplyDelete...just out of our reach those things that could make a positive difference!
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