~~ an Un-despised hymn ~~
~~ After the visiting spirits had gone ~~
and the purifying dews ceased their
sprinkling at dawn,
I picked my life fom the ground
like a dropped apple,deserted
by it's weary branch
and
I whispered
an undespised hymn in consolation,
uncurse the tears you have wasted
over fruitless years with coward hearts
and regret not the toils that
brought you no reward
Forgive yourself all the troubles
that tease your memory openly like a clown,
for
the World itself does not know
where to stand,
whether
to be a cunning fool
or
a witty cynic,
whether
to be a friendly hopping
tamed dog
or
a smoke
puffing deadly bull
in a circus.
Belittle no chance over
pain or pleasure,
rather,
in a thirsty patience,
desire both
with
hugging arms and feet,
taste and spit
if so be it that your soul be sanctified,
this way,
you shall celebrate the
breath held in you,
and,
appreciate the suffering
death promised to all
~~ at the tiring end.~~
(c)copyright 2012
peter atta brown
Mr. Poet, please tell us is this poem is the true translation of your life and how you view reality?
ReplyDeleteThis is a very interesting question,and in trying to answer it,I might implore all the things that I fear but still refuse to believe,so I wouldnt say much...most of my poems come from the ''spiriual me'' and from the very core of my soul,I see this poem as a message received and partly lived in reality and spiritually...in the reality of life,the things captured in this poem do not differ that much,they stand as real as one's soul decodes it.
ReplyDeleteLeave a comment, question or suggestion for the poet. This piece is really good.
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