Doing my best to quest my destiny
Without asking too many questions of
A force which I could never understand
I am willing to bear the loneliness
Of being the way I am since I see
That the consequence of my onlyness
As a stranger lost in a stranger land
As one unable to assimilate
As such an unwitting contrarian
Such that I stick out like a sore thumb here
As a quite-possibly-dangerous-man
Is that while I flounder with the hand fate
Has dealt me here where the jokers run wild
I run across other strangers to love
Who found me because I was a lost child
I will always be lost and always found
Know who my friends are and where they are too
Know strangers who like to see me around
No strangers to each other (me and you)
How ironic becoming iconic
Especially as an iconoclast
Wearing a tall pointed hat on my head
In perfectly balanced absurdity
Acceptance seems a general tonic
And icons (as we know) are made to last
These portals of improbability
Where opposites can be reconciled once
They are given the opportunity
Where one can be a wizard and a dunce
Who knows to know nothing is everything
That winter releases the death of fall
Wiping the slate for a new question in
The time when planted questions sprout in spring
I never get any answers at all
But I enjoy it when questions begin
If anyone asks I was just asking
Unanswered questions being ironic
Of something I could never understand
A once-a-dunce becoming iconic
As a stranger lost in a stranger land
Unanswered questions being ironic
Of something I could never understand.
A well written poem about every life. I would guess the reasons so many questions are unanswered is because if we had the answer we would not understand it. Thus is continues to be unanswered.
God Bless,
Lew
Like this and hope you are not lost in a strange land. We are all friends and this is a great poem and I have to read it again to get more out of it. It seems we never seem to understand why some things happen to us in life and not to others. I lovedthis poem. Thanks for it.
You know, Steven; I am not a stranger to these thoughts that you share. I think that I expressed similar sentiments in my last poem posted here at AD. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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Of something I could never understand.
A well written poem about every life. I would guess the reasons so many questions are unanswered is because if we had the answer we would not understand it. Thus is continues to be unanswered.
God Bless,
Lew
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis