| Commentary and Philosophy Poetry
posted September 24, 2018 |
Philosophy, life, my Muse
A Bit Passed; Half
"it's amazing what passing the half-century mark does to free one to be eccentric" Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet
~~~
A bit passed; midway
of my earthly expectancy-
I did not mature
until fifty-three,
So you see
I intend to gain
three-score more
~ to be~
Complete; my purpose,
for I gained purchase
of a peculiar,
particular package
that was designed
specifically for me
to utilize, and yet,
I am not a
pre-programmed
automaton!
I am free to be me
With every
momentary sequence
divided then subdivided,
almost every split-second
capable of on or off,
zero or one,
black or white,
right or wrong,
sinner or saint,
binary. contrary
complex, decisive,
-or not
According to Rush,
"If you choose not to decide,
you still have made a choice"
Read aloud and listen
to your
valiant voice!
Caught up and this
completely capable,
conclusive, conducive
calamitous
concrete concept
of reality:
As it unfolds-
I behold, am told,
grow older, colder;
indole structure.
Carbon-based
organic trace,
manic race,
in your face
~with a~
frantic pace!
~breathe in~
I once was lost,
Counted the cost
Now that I am found,
I abound
in a brand new perception;
Inception
reception of
redemption
filled with light
Now my purpose is
brighter,
but not fully revealed
but how I truly feel
is that my inner or
mind's Eye
has been
illuminated,
saturated,
elated frustrated
downright
wretched at times;
whilst etching my rhymes
~breathe out~
My mysterious Muse
looking on
expectantly, inspiringly,
urgently!
I must write!
Even when I am wrong
and right
left, and tight,
liberal and useful
and dull
I cull the
relevant pertinent,
perchance
ambivalent elements;
as I weave a writ,
a bit of worthy wit
Fine lines and signs
for us to find,
designed to be kind
of an alternative view,
as some of you have
already brewed
many of these
underwritten, overlapping
overtures, previously
penned sufficiently to
make my stake, or claim-
Clear concise
and
complete
a neat feat of
word weaving
or concept conjuring,
conclusive connection
to a brand-new
~shared reality~
The words must
fluently,
functionally flow,
as where they go
they create
a reality of their own
A jubilant,
jagged and joyful
puzzle piece
to release
these theses
If you are reading
I am leading
us to
a
connection;
and a bit of the edge
of the tapestry of
(our)
reality is gilt with silver-
shining, beautiful and bold
completely open to
various reactions
As I rolled
the pool of ink
on my quill,
scribing a frilly frill
Thanks for your connection,
I value it like silver and gold
My
literally liberated liberal
lines-
linear,yet
multi-dimensional
To the point, yet
hopefully leaving some
question or doubt,
as to what it is
really completely about
in its
complex simplicity
With a subtle,
simple complexity,
some dangling dainties,
faintly laced with the idea
that it leaves you, the viewer
with something to think about-
Loose ends to weave, or
leave out still dangling,
tickling
the ends to a means
To render a sequence
of concepts
leaving you, the reader
to connect the dots
in your own fashion,
or to leave them
the way they are
But if you are
found sound
~of mind~
you are
bound
to find
connections that I missed,
or
miss some that I intended,
(subtly subliminally implied)
Conclusions:
1) There are personal, shared and alternate realities
2) I have found part of my purpose,
and actively seeking the balance
3) These concepts connect in a literal literary way
(shared reality)
4) These concepts are presented in the clear and concise manner, however,
are subject to personal interpretation,
they can be interconnected. added to,
taken away from, or even discarded
5) My muse exists
as a construct for me,
has personality, flavor, and
tangible value
6) This connection is a great treasure for me and has the same potential for you
7) If I am successful in my endeavor,
the reader will walk away with some thoughts, connections, conclusions,
and information of their own
~Peace~
~
~~
~~~
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Sacrameo, CA
"Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice'
Basho
Blessings,
Brother Badger
9/23 /2018 1937
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