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Life: Or the Absence Thereof

Posted on 2006.08.30 at 14:00
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Below the surface of the dark water
Under a gray sky
In a still lake surrounded by trees
Most of which have died
Lies a soul which has been hidden
Long ago, buried alive
Crushed and unable to breathe
Also unable to die.

The silt continues to cover him
Year after year after year
No hope of ever digging out
Neither a glimmer, nay, nor fear
Just the drive to try
Unsuccessful though he'll be
Is it best to give it all you've got
Or better to embrace the sea?

Both bring comfort
Both give rest
Fight not what you cannot win
Either could conclude the quest
And bring the comfort sought
One comes through success
The other due to loss

Reasses your limits
Adapt your outcome
Evolve your mission
To be less burdensome
Lower your expectations -
Predicament extol!
Your failure then becomes
Your goal...

Comments:


Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2006-08-30 22:41 (UTC) (Link)




Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-08-30 23:21 (UTC) (Link)
Emerson?
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2006-08-30 23:21 (UTC) (Link)
Frost
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-08-30 23:22 (UTC) (Link)
Most excellent, sir!
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2006-08-30 23:24 (UTC) (Link)
thank you, kind Sir.
galinda822 at 2006-08-30 23:02 (UTC) (Link)
You really are quite wonderful at writing! Maybe you should compile them to be published!
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-08-30 23:19 (UTC) (Link)
I would be hung as a heretic!
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-08-30 23:19 (UTC) (Link)
But thank you!
Renegade
leonardii at 2006-09-02 05:50 (UTC) (Link)
Dark. I like it. Reminds me of another favorite dark poem...

Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.


-E.A. Poe

I would really like to hear the antithesis of how your words came about.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-09-02 06:38 (UTC) (Link)
That question has been asked. I don't know the answer. And really, that's my darkest one to date.
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