by D L Johnson
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
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Much has happened in my life over the last six months, which has caused me to reflect on the power of 'ego' in my life...thus the following-dlj
© March 2012
Like the dreams, schemes and I-Beams
Of my life
Have gathered into
The musty little cubicle designated …my life.
Old friends, the dreams and schemes
Recalling; good, bad, joyful and sad,
in the end, though, they linger as dusty old
playful dreams and foolish schemes.
I saw myself as the “I” in the Beam,
strong, wise, irreplaceable,
shining brightly, holding tightly to an elusive dream.
One day I awoke to realize that the control I had…
Had been relegated to dreams deferred,
recognizing wholeness without the “I”
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|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Splendid poem of awareness, and the trickery of the ego. The ego is a real trickster.
You've managed to write the ineffable!
Try and listen to silence, and ole mr ego will start chatting, like crazed monkeys in a tree.
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|a well penned piece worthy of any comments and reviews from the den
peace be with you
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I appreciate the meaningful philosophical point of view that you share through your verses here, Dan. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Oh my sweet friend.. you have captured so much here...how I have missed your words... it is so so good to be back..))
much love, Myrna
|Reviewed by Peter Adotey Addo
|And it is also a very humbling feeling to know we are all here .."I" OR "we"... only for this time and this place ... Thank you so much for sharing.|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Nobody is irreplaceable. Still, the "I" is relevant, viable, and if flexible, a sturdy platform of strength. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|I-Beam to musty cubicle reveals quite a plunk. I read your last line to say: that dreams deferred and/or unrealized dissolved, but that the "I" of this poem recognized wholeness anyway. Just a different take on it. Your visual of an actual I-Beam is a great one: the shoulder structure piece upon which all else depends. I like the premise of this poetry. ~~ djl (just a little shuffle of your initials:)|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|When we get older and our friends are not here, We realize how unimportant we are.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Dan, introspective and a high road those of us with driving ambition have traversed -- until we realize we have the dreaded malady, inflated "I" sight -- ego bloom is a rush until we go bust, as we all eventually do -- welcome to the crossroads of humility and reality -- I wish you love and peace my friend -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|One day I awoke to realize that the control I had,
Had been relegated to dreams deferred
So true, for most of us in this thing we call 'life.'
|Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
|it's humbling when it happens and reminds us - life happens to us :)|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|a journey ending in wisdom;
good to see you again, Dan
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|I think we all probably come to this conclusion about life sooner or later! However it seems to be that this is what life is...and the degree to which we have any control is debatable...I enjoyed your reflection...
Best wishes, Diana...