Ultimate Reflexion
What can I say about this? Perhaps that I am not in that place myself – just yet. I can well empathise with people who are.
I feel the sorrow of passing time
Now all the wind has blown,
And in its wake are dying leaves
Whirled like flotsam into piles
On rape’d land – devoid of trees;
Now all the clouds have shed
Their tears for sad goodbyes
And bearing skies turn sunless, grey faces
Towards the gathering floods.
All the children have grown and fled;
Love’s passion has been destroyed
By a bat derived spiky Reaper,
Changing masks at will bequeaths
The ability to cease to breathe.
When does this mind quiet itself,
And memories disperse like gaseous steam?
In the wake of momentous spate
Stones clatter and whimper long,
Uncontrollably grinding,
Rattling, clattering, dryly
Over one another’s dressing –
As they return to volcanic ash.
Oh, have not my months been wasted well –
In pursuit of nothing of great worth?
For now, thoughts lay down in DNA
That they may exist in yet another way.
What Dear Lord, my God,
My cre-a-tor,
Have I done with your dream?
(@sweetwater)Your words strike me deeply, every one hit a chord.
Your final versé holds the question I have been asking.
Superb Writing. Sue.
(@griffonner)Hello Sue. Thank you for your comment. Maybe we are tuning into a new age of thinking where some fundamental thoughts exist and are shared by humanity?
Blessings and love,
Allen x
(@pilgermannbm)This is very powerful, and the question you pose at the end caps this poem beautifully. I do not believe that humanity is yet qualified to answer that; they have to learn how to open their hearts and see God’s works without adding any colour of their own.
(@griffonner)Thank you for your remarks. Very kind of you. Ah, the shedding of the ego, eh. Mankind always seems to seek a momentous event as being the purpose of (their) life, but I believe it is likely to be something far less obvious to the incarnate consciousness.
Allen
(@supratik)I agree with Sue here. As you say, it is a time of deep introspection. The last strophe comes as a rhetorical question that sums up the poem so well.
Supratik
(@griffonner)Thank you Supratik. I think we had the same muse in a way, don’t you?
Blessings, Allen
(@supratik)Yes, of course. And thank you for sharing the poem.
Supratik
(@dodgem)I’ve pondered this one; read it again, and finding its meaning; for me the year and more lost, or curtailed; and what have I done with my time? So yes, a good one Allen.
Dodge
(@griffonner)From that angle, we are still curtailed here by a curfew – and as I’ve no doubt you know, a lack of vaccines: Actually it would ‘appear’ that this shortage is beginning to ease – but we will see!
I think I have changed significantly as a result of the passed fourteen months or so, but it is difficult to assess as I haven’t undertaken any specific ‘lockdown project’.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Dodge.
*appreciatively*
Allen
(@dodgem)I take it you’re not resident in the U.K. Allen? It is interesting, where we all are on our online community. Mrs Dodge and I have coped relatively well through the lockdown; we both have interests other than day-time tv. But we have had close friends and family suffer, so we are not complacent.
(@griffonner)Yes, sorry, I wasn’t being secretive, I’m used to people knowing. We are in France. From the late eighties I used to come over here to a holiday home, and then did away with the holiday bit in 2010 when it became ‘home’ for retirement. Had planned to move onward to hotter climes, but Brexit largely put pay to that… and now Covid. Clearly wasn’t meant to be. 🙁
(@dodgem)Thanks Allen; still – there are worse places to put your feet up; at present I would kill for a bit of sun. BTW, just a question on the poem. You have use rape’d which my spell-check dislikes; is it meant as two syllables – rape-ed?
If not, it seems a wee bit redundant.
Best….Dodge
(@griffonner)First, rap’ed, yes for two syllables.
Secondly: “I would kill for a bit of sun.” Ahem… Sun? What’s that?
(We are actually wondering when the Summer is ever going to start! Only 30 days to midsummer day and all we’ve seen is cold and rain and grey. But hey, I thank the Universe every day that I am where I am at this time.)
Blessings,
Allen
(@dodgem)Thanks Allen, the two syllables make sense. And re sun, we have it! At last! I even took my shirt off today, and exposed myself!
(@griffonner)Steady on now! Bare chested in England!
Actually we too had sun today. We ate lunch outside for the first time this year. We were making good use of it, the forecast is more rain returning on Friday. 🙁
(@stormwolf)A Heart-felt cry out for reason and mercy perhaps. As Sue says, every line meaningful and full of emotion. I, too share your thoughts. I, who was up with the sun all my life so spring and summer mornings, would fling my bedclothes back to face the day….Now I lie behind blackened drapes praying for a few more hours of oblivion before I rise to …what?… The seasons have disappeared behind a masked sky and if the silver sun appears at all, I soon see the white planes criss-crossing the blue until it fans out to silver.. deadly, poisonous silver.… Read more »
(@griffonner)Thank you for your comment on this rather serious and doom laden piece. I always try and see that the sun is going to peek over the grey clouds, metaphorically speaking, but I can see how it becomes more and more difficult. I offer the thought that maybe WE WILL learn something very profound from these and forthcoming events: I know that is hard to believe as Man seems to get himself into a cycle from which he won’t recover until he actually does see the light and understands. It can be a very depressing place this world, can’t it.… Read more »