I am weakened without Imagination
Which lifts me above the bitter waters
I have drunk from like a thirsty deer that
Ignores the faint acridity and laps the coolness
Till its mid-section cramps and then goes to
Sleep it off in the tall, cool grasses, arising only
To drink again from the same source.
Foamy blankets endlessly outstretch over
These bitter pools before this wanderer who
Searches this midnight keep for my souls
Delight, passing other shrouded forms who
Wander in their own drowsy sleep. Others
Glide on ghost ships across these haunted
Keeps, never to sail beyond this dark world of
Clocks and chimes.
Slumbering in our brokenness
Lost in the dreams of our fallenness
How long will heaven wait to wake me from
This troubled sleep? Or will this restless dreamer
Pass through the distant dark, misty veil only
To continue to wander, but now in eternal
Sleepwalk with the now otherworldly ghosts?
Either way, I have many more miles to go. But I
Refuse to wake until I break the level mirror of
The Holy Shimmering Lake which draws me
On to reaches unknown.
Copyright © 2008 Daniel Irwin Tucker
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PODDAR> About 99.9% of my writings are from personal experience and from the impressions I get from being one human on a small planet that has to carry billions of us on its back. I'm not a pessimist, but I like to look at all sides so as to not become extremist (which has always been the path so many have taken throughout our history. I do thank you though, Poddar, for your kind wishes. I return them many times over to you!
Ah, WADE> it is a persons individual way of life -- kind of every persons way ". . . passing other shrouded forms. . ." The people who desire deep inside for a deeper meaning or the true meaning to our existence (which we may never know) before we end up passing through the ". . . distant misty veil . . ." we call death. In my case this "wandering" doesn't lead to or isn't found in religion or any other man-made concept. I'm glad you said that there is much space in these words to dream and reflect -- that's what I desire in my writings! Thanks, my brother!
May your soul be awakened by joy and the highest love
May the musical poetry within find its way without and touch and heal and inspire
May your days and nights be easy
Thank you for this poem
The faint acridity and laps the coolness
Till its mid-section cramps and it sleeps
It off in the tall cool grasses, then arises
To drink again from the same source."
Daniel, I really like this graphic metaphore-image.
So, yes Terry, the thought of life without imagination scares me to death as well; even in the microcosm of our everyday imagination. Thanks for dropping by.
JANET> I know I wear my heart on my sleeve in my writings, but you gently and eloquently directed them straight back into my heart of hearts. Your thoughtfulness came so unexpected and was so needed! Thank you so much, Jan!
BARBARY> Glad you liked the images. Thank you.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !