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in pursuit of a life that simply was never meant to exist
they left
all their belongings
at the door
(of their havens)
felt all their burdens
too much
what is a happening
many a fast paced
would never get
starry nights
and the hypothermic edge
cradle life in the desert
post dusk
it was said
that they said
it was
all
worth it
mundane and benign
not for them [to fill
fill their existence with]
fortitude
and solitude
were their
longitudes and latitudes
the archeologists
eventually
dug them up
hand in hand
buried deep in sand
...
all their belongings
at the door
(of their havens)
felt all their burdens
too much
what is a happening
many a fast paced
would never get
starry nights
and the hypothermic edge
cradle life in the desert
post dusk
it was said
that they said
it was
all
worth it
mundane and benign
not for them [to fill
fill their existence with]
fortitude
and solitude
were their
longitudes and latitudes
the archeologists
eventually
dug them up
hand in hand
buried deep in sand
...
Published 13th Apr 2022
Author's Note
they
the ones
who once escaped
were found
eventually ;-)
the ones
who once escaped
were found
eventually ;-)
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- Edited 19th Jul 2023 3:46am
13th Apr 2022 10:50pm
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14th Apr 2022 2:47am
dear esteemed Poetess,
I am utterly humbled by your presence, compliments and generous list add and not the least by your valued insight.
People, live lives, endure so much, until they can't and some people choose to make their own and nature, takes her time but does in the end reveal all.
Much gratitude for your presence and kindness.
I am utterly humbled by your presence, compliments and generous list add and not the least by your valued insight.
People, live lives, endure so much, until they can't and some people choose to make their own and nature, takes her time but does in the end reveal all.
Much gratitude for your presence and kindness.
Anonymous
13th Apr 2022 11:43pm
This shines such a palpable, introspective light upon humankind's proclivity to self-harm... To me this poetic gem is a bit of an allegory for today's treatment of various peoples across the world.... When I think of what could be dug up and uncovered by the archeologists of the far off future... and how they will view us... all...
-job, cf!
🌹 - 💙
B
-job, cf!
🌹 - 💙
B
14th Apr 2022 3:01am
Welcome dear esteemed Poetess
much obliged by your presence and kindness towards this scribble and your generosity.
Also appreciate deeply, your keen and deep insight.
Yes, people, sometimes make lives easy and many a times simply unbearable, be it to an individual,or a group and some humans do indeed manage to escape, and mother nature,the witness, keeper of all treasures and secrets good and bad, does indeed reveal the truth, eventually.
Once again, much gratitude for your kindness and support S.
much obliged by your presence and kindness towards this scribble and your generosity.
Also appreciate deeply, your keen and deep insight.
Yes, people, sometimes make lives easy and many a times simply unbearable, be it to an individual,or a group and some humans do indeed manage to escape, and mother nature,the witness, keeper of all treasures and secrets good and bad, does indeed reveal the truth, eventually.
Once again, much gratitude for your kindness and support S.
14th Apr 2022 11:46am
This is a beautiful poem in how it presents a subtle love story, intricate in the themes it raises around death, memory, legacy, history, and life's meaning. I get a strong sense of two people who loved one another and found meaning in that, but existence on this plane was too much for them for whatever reason and they accepted death, regardless of whether or not they actively "chose" it.
So many strong thoughts, feelings, and emotions are raised by this poem that I can't address them all in this format, so I'll stick with general impressions. I sense an emotional tone of melancholia - regret about the past - mixed with and complicated by the beauty of love, and how regret can inform love so that it carries a certain meaning, as manifested by bones in the desert. The narrative voice in this respect gives an impression of an archaeologist, investigating the past just as the poet (you) investigates its meanings.
So many strong thoughts, feelings, and emotions are raised by this poem that I can't address them all in this format, so I'll stick with general impressions. I sense an emotional tone of melancholia - regret about the past - mixed with and complicated by the beauty of love, and how regret can inform love so that it carries a certain meaning, as manifested by bones in the desert. The narrative voice in this respect gives an impression of an archaeologist, investigating the past just as the poet (you) investigates its meanings.
18th Apr 2022 00:53am
