In contemplation he found welcome affirmation
In the application of commonplace verity
The uncontested reality of a solid fact
A firm foundation beneath his feet
The known world could be a welcoming place
Ultimately boring as hell
Hell being the endless repetition of exactly what you wanted
Heaven by comparison is chaos
Every known fact another brick in the wall between the two
He sought a kind of knowledge to supersede facts
The anarchy of pure knowing
A frightening prospect to one mired in myopia
His conclusion: the quantity of the quotidian strains
No mercy for those who cannot liberate themselves
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The “obvious” is stated in this piece but digging deeper, I find the subtle commentary about static relationships, indifferent friendships, etc more intriguing and truthful. Well done IMHO.
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Thank you Joey. The upside, if not the virtue, of being opaque is that a poem, like a painting, a photo, or, more apt in my case, a collage, is that the “viewer” can read into it what they will, and take away the meaning they were perhaps looking for all along.
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No mercy…
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To paraphrase, and perhaps to contradict Shakespeare, it does not always “droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath” – the place beneath can be merciless at times for those who cannot see beyond what they can see.
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so the world is falling apart and all you do is write great poems.
I interpret the poem to the situation we (the USA) are in- this is a great opportunity! if we keep our eyes open and our mouths open.
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I try to observe and analyze the human condition, the outside world’s impact on internal consciousness. If my impressions are true enough then the words resonate with meaning with respect to the objective world.
Thanks so much for your comment.
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