Now receding into the woodwork
Becoming one with the nothing
Sartre’s outcast
A mere token of what might have been;
These are the days that linger
The possibilities that were not
The hopes of a distant vision
Tiring but surviving;
An old engine that might have
But did not;
Another reunion that
Came and went
That I refused to attend
At the last minute;
If this be the testing ground
For the fittest
Then stamp me
Flawed
And get on with
Whatever remains of
Seeming chaos
And punctuate
My portion of it
With an ellipsis…
Ed, I like the quiet here as much as the honesty. Ellipses are just the right devices. They leave room to be filled. At the start you may see them as empty, but they're only waiting and your poem is the first part of endowing them with newly-found creativity, the kind that reunions and old pursuits are unlkely to provide. You already know what's next.
Charlie
It's up to each of us to recede or not to recede into the woodwork. I prefer to think of it as retreating to better assess my progress or lack thereof heading in the direction I'd like to go with my life.
Someone once cautioned me that no all opportunities are mine to exploit. Sometimes the true opportunity is to do nothing. Your excellent poem reminded me of that wisdom.
I've never gone to a reunion. Thankfully, though, we've all been through seasons, in our lives, where fitness and clarity was predominate. I remember them with fondness. Anymore...
THIS is excellent, Edward. By the time I was finishing reading it twice I was shaking my head wondering why I didn't write this wonderful, exploratory poem
Selfishness and greed are the combination which makes the rusting away of our planet inevitable. I'm sure I'm somewhere within the limits of that bad mix as well just by not recycling in earlier years. Great write!!
A honest appraisal of our land turning into rust as we denigrate both life and thing to its corroded non-use, or maybe ill-use. Powerful thoughts here, wordsmithed in a very accessible way.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Jane