Throw the thoughts beyond
the rim of mind, let nothing
dribble back along its edge,
for in dismissal we can make
our way, refusing to be held
to broken pledge. In life we
have the option to believe,
or not, as we would choose
or wish to be, and in that
act of independent thought,
we weave the ladder which
can then slow draw, us to
the top, of this engulfing
pit, whose promise has
been written truly deep, by
others who would tell us
who we are and what we
are allowed to be, tight fit;
for only in our stitch and
trim of self, will we find
truth, and shape to haul
beyond this place, in full
redeeming of our natural
cause; lie naked at the top
in sweating flesh, where
mind and soul embrace
in deepest love. So does
the pit still beckon, even
as we rest above. For
always is that drop into
the depths, beside us, in
a breathless wait of time-
such is the way of life and
surely death, and ever was
from truly ancient rhymes:
forgotten they still sigh.
https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/30/open-link-night-we-are-listening/#comment-215509
the rim of mind, let nothing
dribble back along its edge,
for in dismissal we can make
our way, refusing to be held
to broken pledge. In life we
have the option to believe,
or not, as we would choose
or wish to be, and in that
act of independent thought,
we weave the ladder which
can then slow draw, us to
the top, of this engulfing
pit, whose promise has
been written truly deep, by
others who would tell us
who we are and what we
are allowed to be, tight fit;
for only in our stitch and
trim of self, will we find
truth, and shape to haul
beyond this place, in full
redeeming of our natural
cause; lie naked at the top
in sweating flesh, where
mind and soul embrace
in deepest love. So does
the pit still beckon, even
as we rest above. For
always is that drop into
the depths, beside us, in
a breathless wait of time-
such is the way of life and
surely death, and ever was
from truly ancient rhymes:
forgotten they still sigh.
https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/30/open-link-night-we-are-listening/#comment-215509
You’ve touched on something that I suffer with, Roslyn, thoughts with a mind of their own! It’s so hard to throw those thoughts far enough back in the mind to not ‘dribble back along its edge’. I’m unwilling to let anyone tell me what to think, but those independent thoughts are tricky.
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DeleteGood point: "In life we
ReplyDeletehave the option to believe,
or not, as we would choose"
Your enjambment and stanza breaks did indeed throw my thoughts and I struggled to put them together in my own thought banks. It was such an interesting experiment in thought for me!
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