Interpreting mine Poetry

rew4er2nail

Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting, canvassing
entreating... obscure words dumbfounding

readers (himself included), he eludes
(shading tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,

yet oft times his woods
garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,


how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more than one reading
brow (sir) rendering furrowed -
cognitive region scrunching,
no matter intent concentration
utter futility attempting

bedeviled comprehension, whether
literary master (me? ha...
not yet), among pantheon partying,


but nonetheless birthing

present day profoundly thought provoking,

undoubtedly tirelessly expending
mental energy eventually exhausting
effort in futility understanding,
asper mine stymied
linkedin attention getting
(then just as quickly losing)

registering resignation defeat alluding

to challenge physical prowess daunting


engagement well matched savvy sparring

partner, or possibly life

and death battling

against unwittingly aggressive brutal questing

archenemy, sans toward all living
species wretched nemesis ultimately deciding
mortality tacitly accepted proffering
transient longevity refusing
to compromise, haggle, negotiate,
et cetera casting

 

deadened demise of victor or villain
all thru civilization starring

as unopposable tour
de force quietly biding
end date, versus indiscriminately snatching
hero, heroine, coward,
et cetera requiring
impossible mission redeeming

ransom while donning

mask of Melpomene


(Tragedy), or trumpeting
Thalia (Comedy), no exit stage door left
only joie de vivre
until last second ticking
unbeknownst unexpected, and uninviting
deathly hallows ringtone alarming

anonymous (oh Henry)
words worth struggling

to hash meaningfulness, viz
finite existence germinating


since birth, yet
terminal realization pressing

with greater frequency when aging,
and deafeningly ear splitting
amplitude bite the bullet clamoring
to tread welcome matt acquiescing
unavoidable phase of dying
devoid of any bargain, but requiring
unconditionally punishingly suffering
silent non binding


resolution, no exemption decrying

unfair contractual obligation, nor unionizing
worth a fig yore of
speech as cosmic arbiter
blithely doth shear - pruning,

grafting without rhyme nor reason meeting

identical fate toward everyone
even posthumous destiny yours truly awaiting,

where soul spirited into the sky

linkedin with cosmic consciousness

 

humming with universal sound;

'Om,' 'Ohm' or 'Aum'

according to Hinduism and other religions
chiefly of India,

a sacred syllable considered to be

greatest of all mantras, or sacred formulas

called the seed sound (bija),

the original sound from

which all other sounds and worlds come from,

hence 'Om,' 'Ohm' or 'Aum' represents:

God, Brahman, Source, Universal Consciousness.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2022 13:11
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 26
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    I never knew there was so much to poetry. Well, I know now, mine host.

  • L. B. Mek

    esoteric or enthusiastic
    momentary or everlasting
    no need to dwell
    on its weight of ink, if
    it be offered with sincerity
    there is, indeed
    a root core of Melpomene's
    legacy
    in all, the chaos we inherit
    deity or dateless
    our words, evolve
    into timeless, worth
    not by our choosing
    but the investment, our readers
    intrust
    in our syllables and metaphors..
    your job, dear cherished Poet
    is to simply
    sing loud and proud, on that canvas
    of hope
    and revel, in poesy's gifts
    leave all the other concerns
    in those callous hands of fate;
    humbly, I thank you!
    for choosing to share your genius with us..
    (ignore the sly hecklers
    their jealousy is transparent
    and ugly, even more-so
    their riotously worded, insincerity
    draped in their depraved
    meaningless clowning, antics)
    you just, do you!



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