I stand at the edge of another Monday,
boots crusted with dust from a paddock
I never meant to cross.
The sky doesn’t speak- -it broods,
like it’s waiting for me to say
the thing I’ve swallowed for years.
There’s a fog settling across the plain.
Not the cool kind that comforts the gullies,
but the one that creeps in just before
the sun decides whether it’ll rise clean
or hang low in warning.
I call it tomorrow- though I’ve no idea what it holds.
Behind me, the known stirs
like a dog in the ute tray,
restless with truth I’ve tried to keep quiet.
Memory doesn’t forget how to bark.
It just waits for silence to grow
fat enough to bite through.
And isn’t that the way of it?
The veil ahead is mystery-
but the veil behind knows my name,
my mistakes, knows the sound of the door
I didn’t open and the letter I read twice, then burned.
I keep walking.
Not because I want to know what comes next,
but because standing still means listening
to everything I already understand
and still can’t say aloud.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: [32] Rubaiyat (Omar Khayyam) trans. Edward Fitzgerald There was a Door to which I found no Key: There was a Veil through which I could not see: Some little Talk awhile of Me and Thee There seemed -- and then no more of Thee and Me.
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Comments8
Hiding behind the veil of words is the meaning of this poem where the present is bounded by future and past one indiscernible the other lived and known a lovely write Cryptic.
Thanks Soren. Possibilities and forward movement are often what it boils down to. Most appreciated.
Something I could be guilty of hiding behind words,I like the ending moving forward so you don't have to listen to everything you already understand, nicely done
Yes, with every set back the moving forward appears to be the redeeming value. Thanks kindly, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome
Slow on the uptake this one appears to be....
It is so very, very deep and deliciously so.
Ah, have an awesome weekend. Thanks as always. Your valued words are much appreciated🕊️🙏🏻
No matter what, it is about moving forward. That's what I get out out this. To keep walking...step-by-step...and indeed, having done so in my life, I concur. Well done, my mon ami! 🌹👏
Thank you, friend; truly appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome!
Thanks for this first Fave @Cheeky Missy.
This is amazing.It encapsulates the problem of Time and the human condition.There is no point looking forward it is unknown and there is no benefit in digging up the past.So we a locked in the present.Excellent piece compadre
Thanks man🙏🏻🕊️
Well written and expressed
Thanks, Tony🕊️🙏🏻much appreciated
You're welcome
A beautiful piece with an amazing array of imagery. 🌹
Thanks Teddy 🕊️🙏🏻
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