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The perfection of conversation is not to play a regular sonata, but, like the
AEolian harp, to await the inspiration of the passing breeze.—Edmund Burke
here today
i reminisce
behind a wall of compromise
that time has erected me.
this is not really where
i want to be
‘tis not the destination
that in my fascination
i have strained to see
my blood oft spilled
along the winding trek
soles kissing grumbling rocks
that impede my journey.
the scorching sands
are not my destination
nor is that riverbank
where faint i drank
my soul to drowning
yesterday.
i can't remember
mama's apronsongs
they died at the first
night crossing
where i shed the carcasses
that came with me
old domicile entrapments
too heavy for sojourning
in the cold-cold night.
i slumber
near the quiet ocean salt
tonight
but this peaceful
transient blue
is not my destination.
over beyond the latter shore
voices of angels call
ready with restitution.
for on this side
i first must die
and when i awake
the long night
far behind me
my destination music
will be sonata songs
of velvet consonance
serenading the gospel feast
where all shall be peace
as my soul finds
sweet release.
© Copyright 2021 October 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
AEolian harp, to await the inspiration of the passing breeze.—Edmund Burke
here today
i reminisce
behind a wall of compromise
that time has erected me.
this is not really where
i want to be
‘tis not the destination
that in my fascination
i have strained to see
my blood oft spilled
along the winding trek
soles kissing grumbling rocks
that impede my journey.
the scorching sands
are not my destination
nor is that riverbank
where faint i drank
my soul to drowning
yesterday.
i can't remember
mama's apronsongs
they died at the first
night crossing
where i shed the carcasses
that came with me
old domicile entrapments
too heavy for sojourning
in the cold-cold night.
i slumber
near the quiet ocean salt
tonight
but this peaceful
transient blue
is not my destination.
over beyond the latter shore
voices of angels call
ready with restitution.
for on this side
i first must die
and when i awake
the long night
far behind me
my destination music
will be sonata songs
of velvet consonance
serenading the gospel feast
where all shall be peace
as my soul finds
sweet release.
© Copyright 2021 October 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 12th Oct 2021
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17th Oct 2021 7:02pm
I'd consider this a triumph of inspiration, Cab. I found it thoroughly engaging, a subtlety to it's metaphors that invites the reader to listen intently and feel your meanings, a sense of unfolding and arrival that holds the presence of time and travail about it, all delivered with a smoothly mellifluous syllabic harmony and cadence. Terrific work.
Goodness, you're back, DC!
I have been more than a little concerned that you appeared no more on these DU pages for some time. With what has been happening in our crazy world of late, it could have meant anything.
That said, thank you for your kind words, and gracious; your analysis goes directly to the core, sifting those essential elements that break or make the poem. I particularly like the "unfolding and arrival" and "time and travail" bits. I see in them your engagement with the effort and your patience with the outcome. It's your elemental fire at work, which burns the piece into your R/L, much to my delight.
Sincerely
cab
I have been more than a little concerned that you appeared no more on these DU pages for some time. With what has been happening in our crazy world of late, it could have meant anything.
That said, thank you for your kind words, and gracious; your analysis goes directly to the core, sifting those essential elements that break or make the poem. I particularly like the "unfolding and arrival" and "time and travail" bits. I see in them your engagement with the effort and your patience with the outcome. It's your elemental fire at work, which burns the piece into your R/L, much to my delight.
Sincerely
cab
24th Oct 2021 4:03pm
Cab my absence was only indirectly related to the pandemic I guess lol I got the Jannsen vaccine and had migraine headaches on and off for 7 days. On the 8th day, I went for a bicycle ride and was struck down by a truck. The woman who hit me cried, shoved sixty dollars into my hand with her name and phone number and fled the scene. I walked my mangled bicycle home with 3 fractured ribs, a collapsed lung, damaged left eye and many very deep abrasions. I spent months just focused on recovery, dealing with ptsd and what not, and I have a hip injury that makes sitting up at the laptop painful, but I am lucky to be alive. It is good to be back brother and thank you so much for the concern.
That is some experience, DC! I imagine your shock and pain and eventual relief to realise you were still alive. Although your indisposition was not for the reason i thought, the net worth was the same: life can change radically from one moment to the next. I want to believe that your "assailant" meant well but was overcome by her panic. Did you ever call her?
I reminded my wife of how, about a month ago, i had mentioned your "disappearance," and when i updated her on your return with wounds, she, too, was also quite concerned. We included you in our family devotions this morning, asking the Lord to bring you complete healing.
On another note: word is out that another of our colleagues, Jade Pandora, may have succumbed to the COVID-19 virus.
Sincerely
cab
I reminded my wife of how, about a month ago, i had mentioned your "disappearance," and when i updated her on your return with wounds, she, too, was also quite concerned. We included you in our family devotions this morning, asking the Lord to bring you complete healing.
On another note: word is out that another of our colleagues, Jade Pandora, may have succumbed to the COVID-19 virus.
Sincerely
cab
30th Oct 2021 6:31pm
Thank you so much for your prayers brother. Please pass my thanks along to your wife as well. That means a lot to me. I did text the woman who struck me from the hospital, but she had given me a fake number. Thankfully she gave me her real name and her insurance, along with my own, was used to pay for the considerable hospital bill.
I heard about Jade. I didn't know her well, but I am saddened by her loss. So many people have been lost to Covid. I guess all we can do is honor their memory.
I heard about Jade. I didn't know her well, but I am saddened by her loss. So many people have been lost to Covid. I guess all we can do is honor their memory.
