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And the gods railed in vain

Contributed by reprobate on Tuesday, 8th December 2009 @ 08:22:36 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



Tonight poetry sleeps
Not in a gritty-eyed, drool on the pillow sense
Not in any somnabulistic manner
No, tonight art sleeps in finality

Calm syllables of coldhot, harshsmooth, of life
Words have been sent, spent, without regard
Uttered feigning some mystic connection or understanding
As if the utterances were life itself

Life isn't words; happy, angry or even useful
Not now, not ever, Nor will we make it so
We use words as life, we live life in words
We are not gods, we are but victims of life

We blithely spit and sputter all our interpretations
Knowing yet ignoring any semblance of reality
Tossing out banter and dialogue as the cause of life
And all it causes is disruption and discontent in life

Life refuses to be words as if it recognizes futility
Just as the essnce seems to captured in verse
Another victim stutters his final syllables
And life shuns them, lets them fall unheralded and unheeded

Life and poetry... such strange bedfellows
Life goes on, being what it will be to whomever has it
Poetry falls, where it will remains there
It needs life to go on but life will never have it

Despite any need, real or perceived
Everything, which life is, is not poetry
Poetry tries so hard, but ends up as tired
And being so tired, it lays itself and succumbs

Life is long, the whims of man short
How is it we dare claim control, even for an instant
The soil upon which we tread is too soon our bed
Where the man and uterances shall sleep...coldly...quietly




Copyright © reprobate ... [ 2009-12-08 08:22:36]
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Re: And the gods railed in vain (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Tuesday, 8th December 2009 @ 10:07:30 AM AEST
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Hi

A great deal here to ponder - perhaps for a lifetime!
Well scribed!

Tommy


Re: And the gods railed in vain (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 8th May 2014 @ 07:14:17 PM AEST
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exquisite, after reading this i had to sit back, and
quietly sigh...............

hugs n' love nessa




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