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icebox
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2013-07-24 11:38 AM

I walk
across the water,
and the land,
it beckons me,
through tidal crossways
from home and slaughter,
there are paths
before me winding,
and my soul,
ground down and blunted
on stones of passion's soft release,
longs in mystery's memory
for choice of being free.

I won't whine about my burdens,
they are mine to carry well;
I don't believe in Heaven
though I may have walked through Hell
where tiger grass still rustles
when I'm restless in the heat,
it's just sounds of memory's shadows
above hushed arrhythmic beats
of hearts too scarred from searching,
and never finding peace.

To know the Way
then wander
troubles me the least,
for Earth remains
enduring
in its turning
and release,
and life retains
as many courses
in a feast for lovers
as for vagabonds,
as each becomes
a private path that leads a soul
to righteousness,
without ever being asked.

Time remains the paradox,
not its meaning
but its mirth,
and in the final measure
we share an equal worth.

©2004, 2013 by icebox

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2013-07-24 11:51 AM

Your last line nailed it for me! This is the good stuff! Love this!

Lori

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2013-07-24 11:55 AM

Ahhh . . . these two lines I completely and totally relate to . . .

quote:
I don't believe in Heaven
though I may have walked through Hell

Reading this poem reopened my eyes and thoughts of Heaven and hell. And though I didn't walk through the kind of hell you did, I spent two decades dealing with a hell of my own making. Yep. This poem is a flashback.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

Lady Goodman
Member

since 2012-10-04

Posts 193

3 posted 2013-07-24 02:29 PM

Written in sage...

"I won't whine about my burdens,
they are mine to carry well;
I don't believe in Heaven
though I may have walked through Hell"

love this--

and that first line? IS SO MY FAMILY--

just saying

"I won't whine about my burdens" is enough to torch an explosion of:

"There you go--NOT doing it again, you little passive aggressive expletive--it's all about you!"

Enjoyed this stop at the well, (and hey, my comments are most appropriate as the well was generally the center of the village, and just like any watering hole...prone to over-sharing)

Deep well. *w*

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

4 posted 2013-07-25 07:37 AM

To know the Way
then wander
troubles me the least,
for Earth remains
enduring
in its turning
and release,
and life retains
as many courses
in a feast for lovers
as for vagabonds,
as each becomes
a private path that leads a soul
to righteousness,
without ever being asked.

Time remains the paradox,
not its meaning
but its mirth,
and in the final measure
we share an equal worth.

A wonderful and endearing conclusion to a great, powerful write, dear Charly.

Margherita

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