A Mystery of Mysteries

Teddy.15

 

A mystery of mysteries 

this old life given to me 

why do I fight the foe?

within these veins that be?

 

once upon a time 

I was a glass of champagne 

now I see my reflection 

and all I see are stains? 

 

a mystery of mysteries 

this old life given to me 

what's it all about?

I hear my lonely soul cry and plea

 

broken by the ocean?

or the falling branch of a tree?

pushed over by the wind?

or drowning in the sea?

 

if we are all just a ship

passing through the night

then why do some get to sail

landing on shore in new light?

others get to sink

never knowing sunshine bright? 

 

the soul is a power?

a uniqueness that every human owns? 

so maybe just maybe 

sometimes our souls can be our foe?

 
 
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  • sorenbarrett

    Very nice Teddy this poem completes the circle with the last stanza feeding so well into the first. The mysteries of life for which each person has their own answer and for which there is no answer. Yes indeed we are our own foe. Loved this write that flowed so well and rhyme

    • Teddy.15

      Ah sometimes I even push the boat out so to speak, when I read Poe I find my rhyming muse! Thank you my dearest sorrenbarret you have certainly read into the soul of my scribbles. 💜

    • Thomas W Case

      Truly brilliant. You are wise, sweet Teddy.

      • Teddy.15

        Not so much wise as curious 🤣 thank you dearest Thomas. 🌹

      • Goldfinch60

        Fine words Teddy but in life we do all find an answer and my life has had answers that has got me to a wonderful place in my life.

        Andy

        • Teddy.15

          It sure has, but there are others who simply have lost souls or souls that don't give them peace, we are all very different. Thank you dear Andy. 🌹

        • Soman Ragavan


          You speak of “if we are all just a ship
          passing through the night...”

          We can recall the following :
          “Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing,
          Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
          So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
          Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.”
          --H. W. Longfellow (1817-1882)
          So, on this ocean of life, we talk to each other briefly on sites like this one.
          Soman Ragavan.
          ---------------

          • Teddy.15

            Dear Soman, thank you so much. 🌹



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