Recycling Self
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
How easy it has become to consume the new, discard the used...the experienced modes of usage, the tried and proved helpmates of Need. But, Want supersedes far too often, sending our warriors of support to the waste bins. Christmas is the quintessential consumer wasteland of of the year. Would that the mind and heart were as voracious. Alas, the dumpsters, not the recycle bins, will overflow.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Recycling Self
How common to recycle today
bottle
cardboard
can
or bubble wrap
How rare the regard for pleas from
mind
heart
memory
wishing also to amend anew
To arouse the sleeping heart
thrusting its comfort-beat
upon new rhythms made aware
ensuing musical notes of clarity
not yet upon the staff of boundaries
affording dissonance where only
harmony's familiarity once reigned
To revisit memory
offering bygone experience
wiser tools of perception
scrambling dog-eared indexes
cross-referencing fact and fabrication
allowing waste to fall free
encouraging truth to persevere
To sort through mind's many strategies
discounting some
discarding others
dismantling exhausted cogs that
advance little the unknown begging at the door
Such is
To complete one's desire to remain conscious
allowing distinction for that worth rebirthing
from chaff heretofore but the friction urging resolve
How obvious to some
the take-to-the-curb days of consciousness
How misunderstood by others
the smothering effect of treating excess becoming garbage
How aware
those who
like the winged flights on high
weave today's nest
from yesterday's exhausted remnants
knowing well the destiny of permanence
is but to replant where burnt forests once thrived
Roger
budd