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Once bethought
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PAPER PURSUIT
Once bethought, a poem broadened,
Fervently shot into the future world
With a gold feathered bow of bones---
Was it supposed to age like fine wine
Or lament in distress and embarrass?
Either way, there will come that day
Where every single sound we made
Falters in the flash of a heart attack.
Thru the machine I have come back.
However unworthy of a glorification,
I revel instead to sit back and laugh.
Yeah, sometimes I cringe at
Yeah, sometimes I cringe at reading my old poems, sometimes I marvel... that's the way of the game.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I have fallen too far behind
I have fallen too far behind in my reading; I apologize. I am very glad to have read this beautiful poem, and I cannot add anything to what Patricia has already said. The poem is very impressive and has my applause.
Starward
I love your "paper pursuit"
I love your "paper pursuit" collection that ponders, deconstructs and reconstructs the craft itself: meta poetry.
A love/hate relationship seems to be going on in this stunning and ambivalent reflection on a poem's lifespan and its quest for immortality. Will it scale the walls of time or die with the poet? Is it worthy?
The brilliance of this introspection is its conclusion. The poem knows it may be a mere mortal, but it doesn't care. It doesn't take itself so seriously. Its gifted, delightfully sassy creator, although very capable of timeless work, quits asking questions and decides "instead to sit back and laugh".
A pleasure to read and connect with.