Este Life's Parchment
Empty empty blah symposium like ice cream cones sitting, waiting tenuously
In a warming sun of melting dream-like traceable thresholds wanting a measuring
Savoring tepid days once resounding with timeless zeal but topical repairing
Capsulates a cascading waterfall's tempest to refrain of distant harbor mists
In parody of simmering resentments borrowing charming sunsets as we list
Spirit spirit the rah is quite Madison Avenue where footsteps so deftly tread
As spent markers, posters and odds and ends scavenged doubtful loss as silence sped away
Like clichés and asides in a sandwich tossed and torn in attempts reframed to bolster
Tributes seeking unending claims of importance where the mending hearts soon depart
Within the destruction not blindly accepted or processed yearn for a freshened spark
Travail travail what shall you teach to a spirit left alone to atone such bleeding
While masking lessons of the past that lack urgency or resent compulsions restrained
As leavened thoughts to be forgiven are left straying on the cold winds of repentance
Hence self pity's narration, an intimate dialogue, with precepts etched in nooks
Of torn out pages denial carefully buries as each mirage locks solemn looks
Entice entice a spirit left blooming with restrained restraint to offer halo blooms
For if the mind still quickens to a challenge the lyrics can rejoice by this tune
Where acceptance defies that bothersome from bowing to the dawning and shining suns
And pretends not a fiction unless it is a becoming smile to most everyone
For these precious eyes still sparkle with laughter singing out true songs as this day rolls on
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Comments: 35
I like the repetition at the beginning of each stanza though. Are you experimenting with another style again? Experimenting is a great way to learn what your strengths are. Good for you!
Wishing you a blessed passover
este----this
(n.) east, direction from which the sun rises, direction opposite west on a compass; Orient, eastern hemisphere
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este-----present, such, this
OK, that's what I found for the meaning of "este". Not sure that helps me any. I'll have to come back for more explanation.
I'm going to have to try this again tomorrow as I'm still too fuzzy headed right now.
Although I have to profess, I did not entirely catch what you are trying to express, I enjoyed it just the same. Perhaphs reading it a few more times, I may get a better comprehension of what you are trying to convey. Or perhaps, as some of our commenters have stated, you will fill us in?
Repetition? 2 for trust - 2 witnesses. 4 verses for the world's 4 corners. I think I'm playing with symbols here, but thanks for a poem that makes me want to play.
Personally I know simmering resentment and self pity.
But I promise you, I do NOT embrace them!
As to the poem: Just a basic outline to Stanza one: Life has become boring. All the toys and goodies we have do not bring the joy we expected, yet we hang on to such things as we get older. We savor the thoughts we had of these things making our life better, but realize they are not only useless, but have become a burden. Something is calling to us like a dream, but it seems so far away and as age causes us to physically fall apart, like an old boat we list to one side in the water. How we list is carried on in the following stanza.
I'm sorry, but I did not really intend a religious meaning, although I can see how such could be interpreted from the set up from verse to verse. My intent was more about our cultural values concerning how we deal we aging.
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