the future holds the final answer
thick with rain
pensive yet pungent
lift a seashell
an old song unforgotten
you could be journeying
falling through space
with great swooping cries
fierce and raw and loud
Golden Apollo who embodied the sun
bright and fierce
picked me up and threw me
through the thinning divide
rapturous light
purring across my heart
ever after
dwindling gradually
no bearing it otherwise
they are things I know
but I don’t understand
we don’t have to
it needs so little
Poetic Asides prompt #28 for April 2021: a remix poem. Various possibilities were suggested; I chose 'take a line or phrase from each of your poems this month and work it into a cohesive new creation'. How cohesive, I'll leave you to judge! I picked whatever line or phrase jumped out at me from the rest; the title is one of them too. It seemed fitting to leave it all lower case, unpunctuated; perhaps it gives the reader more chance to make sense of it.
Shared in October 2021 with Poets and Storytellers United, for Writers' Pantry #92: Better Than Normal.
As the last stanza of the poem alludes, there's something mysterious yet true about the future holding the final answer. And perhaps, the beauty of it all is that we don't have to understand it.
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DeleteYour poem title is spot on. With all the knowledge acquired we still need the process of sifting through and application. Understanding will not come all at once.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my blig today
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Hindsight certainly helps!
DeleteI like the feel I get from this. It's unsettled but there is an undercurrent of wonder running through it all that really hooks me.
ReplyDeleteThank you. That delights me.
DeleteWe just know and do not need to understand.yes,always listen to the little voice...there are so many mysteries that we will never understand
ReplyDeleteSome, indeed, I think we simply cannot.
DeleteThere's a little super hero touch here. I saw you as a falcon.
ReplyDeleteOh, how I love this interpretation, Colleen! I'd love to think of myself as a (little touch of a) super hero – and even more as a falcon.
DeleteWe spend a lifetime trying to understand it all. The great quest!
ReplyDeleteIndeed yes.
DeleteI love the second stanza of this one and the way it opens up imaginatively.
ReplyDeleteI love that this reads like self-guided meditation. The tone is ritualistic and exploratory. By the time we get to the end, we are left with a sense of wisdom... the wisdom that comes to us when we acknowledge that we don't know everything.
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