At first an explorer of the world around me
picking wild blackberries, running the fields,
playing with crawdaddies in the ditches,
watching the frogs in exodus after a storm,
fascinated with the green things that appealed.
Mozart would one day find me, and take me
to a land so far from my start, a land devoid
of my reality that only grew within my heart.
He molded a free individual who found life
within, not just in the world without.
T. H. White was the one who led me deeper
into the realms of a human's thoughts,
into the ways of accepting my tragedies,
into the freedoms of flight through history,
through a kingdom, and a great king's start.
When combined with my own beginnings,
down all of the paths that I would follow,
a method could be derived in order to survive,
endure my rivals, meet them adeptly
in daily battles, and live a life not hollow.
For hollow is what it should have been.
Of that you can be sure. To have not had
that world within, I would never have endured
the hopelessness, the pointlessness,
of a cursed and tragic life with an empty start.
Life is an interesting thing to look back upon,
to analyze, to realize at the end of the trail,
to understand how the world could've been,
and just how frail is the individual within.
A foundation on which to build a tale.
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 5th, 2023 03:18
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
such a powerful image
a child's imagination, fuelling
our zeal for life
a great write! dear Poet
Thank you, L. B., as always!
using the frailty of the ‘individual within’ as a ‘A foundation on which to build a tale’ is a very powerful concept in this poem- I really appreciate how you built up your poem to the final point-I also appreciate the presence of music and musicians in this poem and your body of work in general-Thank you for sharing your strong poetry.
Thank you so much for reading. Writing it down is the way to get it out, music is the way to traverse it all within. I don't know that I could truly separate the two.
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