Absurd Aburdity

Libellule

 

 

Is it really all that absurd,
to only want, then, to be heard,
to have my words finally read,
both before and after I am dead?

While I again seek to just find
life's hidden fruit within the rind,
the answer to all her mystery,
without any need of a Bodhi tree.

For meaning's silence does echo,
never sharing all that it does know,
all that it selfishly hides,
never predictable as the tides.

So, I roll every rock up every hill,
in an eternal tournament of will,
where I cannot win, cannot lose,
no matter which stone I then choose.

Knowing there is little I can do,
except listen to dear old Camus,
with just one promise to then keep,

as I take one more existential leap.

  • Author: Libellule (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2025 04:25
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  • sorenbarrett

    Very well rhymed and with such good flow this poem has a deeper message and speaks of acknowledgement in this life as well as after. Nicely done

  • Poetic Licence

    Beautifully written, enjoyed the read



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