Of me!
Of Life!
Of these questions recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless
wondering about existence with persistence
and resolve, trying to solve the mysteries, failing;
Of myself,
mired in thoughts profound, that surround
in a confused fog, a lone dog chewing on life’s flavored bone. Alone;
Of eyes that crave the light
of each new day, of each new idea,
of every struggle, the brilliance of wisdom glowing;
Of every poor result left to fester,
of the sullied crowds plotting
allotting me to surrender without recourse;
Of the empty useless years, no rest
on this life quest when I acquiesce to this folly,
no jolly expression left unpunished, unfinished;
Of the terrible doubt
that lingers with words left to languish in these fingers
poetic verses worsen as time passes, thoughts amassed and sequestered;
Of the uncertainty of what life remains
to offer to fill the coffers of one left bankrupt of ideas,
of ideals, of the feeling of relevance and some semblance of honor;
Of day and night awash in memories lost
of doubtless apparitions holding answers to questions unasked
or pondered, wonders of the world we possess and caress with our words;
Of course, nothing comes from nothing
and should nothing become something, we will dream and fly,
an eye on future tomorrows, of joys and sorrows;
Of the visages of things that bring into focus
what hearts envision; of piercing through every heaven,
every hell and the ability to tell the difference;
Of the ugliness of men to cast aspersions one upon the other,
making sister and brother enemies of that hated state.
Return to the sacred plate of communion, a blessed union of souls;
Of me?
Of life recurring?
Of Leaves of Grass and such!
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2020
Inspiration drawn from Walt Whitman’s works – Leaves of Grass, O Me! Oh Life!, Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances, Of the Visage of Things
We’re here for the briefest of eternities.
And as we see, every one of us
has the same life to share.
The sun shines on us all, warming our souls
and brightening our existence.
With persistence, we seek the lunar light at night
knowing soon that a new morning awaits
those of us who choose to embrace it.
Choosing to ignore our sisters and brothers
to seek another agenda, we’ll suffer the pangs
of our own misguided ignorance.
In deference to a shared unity, we shall
yearn for that sense of community that glows
within each of us for the short time we abide
upon this earth. But no bright sun,
nor any gilded moon remains eternal.
It is our infernal reality that we will all
expire before they do. We’ll not see it through.
We will all be done too soon!