This Too Shall Pass

I thought of the wool and the wolf,
The leaders and followers,
And those who will turn you in
For a hand full of fleece.

I have mythologies I have abandoned
And mythologies that have abandoned me
And I am still in the desert beneath the falling tower
Listening to the breeze.

Some of my imagination is very sad.
That’s a very sad song. The light transcribes
The window music once again.

I hear the echo of forgotten dreams,
Dreams I knew were only dreams,
Breaking the line from my heart to my brain,
Waiting for the shadow to take its place,
Forgetting the beginning before it reaches its end.

The weariness is like a cough after the rain.
The regret is its own price.
I don’t know how long I can go on being myself.
It will all change when I turn my head.
Bless those silent Hindus.

The weariness is like a cough after the rain.
The regret is its own price.
I don’t know how long I can go on being myself.
It will all change when I turn my head.


I love that. The regret really is its own price.
Change is so hard, and so easy, all one has to do is turn..

Thanks for reading and commenting thoughtfully, mg.

amo,

Peter

Peter:

Every so often one of your poems strikes a strong personal note within me. This is one of those poems. As an introspective person, I'm drawn to this, especially the very moving fourth stanza and the line, "the regret is its own price." Powerful stuff.

Joe

Joseph,
Thanks for reading and for taking my piece to heart.

amo,

Peter

I am enthralled with this one Peter.

"I have mythologies I have abandoned
And mythologies that have abandoned me"

And yet man only 'wants' the truth
he 'needs' his mythologies. There is
a sect of Korean Mahayanna Buddhism
that teaches language when applied
destroys all comprehension of the object
of that application. To define within
finite parameters is to destroy the
definition therefore the reality of
the defined. Mythologies however are
fluid and forever adaptable to situations
and random circumstances. Your poem brought
back these memories of long ago in Han Guk. tom

Thanks for making the connection, Tom. I think that is one of the poet's jobs: to connect people with their own experiences. I don't think I succeed in doing that often enough.

Cheers,

Peter

I also really like this, Peter. The wool and, ah yes, the infamous wolf. I'm brought to thinking about "Little Red Riding Hood" and the wolf in sheep's clothing. I also wonder if the best leaders aren't really followers, at heart, but who often get eaten alive by those who use cunning or sheer force to prove themselves leaders.

Mary

I love it, Mary, that you always bring your unique perspective to even the most common thing...like my little wolf in sheep's clothing.

I hope the care of the world outside don't get a chance to eat you up, as it seems they've been trying. Take care of yourself, my friend, and thanks for stopping by.

Peter

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Thank you, Peter. This too shall pass.

Mary