Icy Isolation


An endured endurance
Amid a general bewailing
A mighty sweep then resweep
Ending up within time’s shackles
A past with shadows over the present
A present casting shadows over any future

Everything as the one tapestry … interwoven
The wise weaver will bear this fact in mind
So avoid the trap of uncaring isolation
Above, below … not above, beneath
Beneath a gist always so clear
A something left to give
Something to receive
(As in an I before E
Except after C)

Eh? is for questioning
Be! is for accumulating experience
See! is for understanding
… und so weiter
(E before I!!!!!)

A general bewailing (reprise)

So you can rock
You can roll
Be rocked
Be rolled
Beware of
Avoid avoidance

Left unrequited
Blue and black
Energy medicine
Urgently required
Unadjusted defaults
Uninvited deflation
Stranded on one strange strand

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 20, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Cleverly written, Ben. One to read more than once, to catch the many nuances. 🙂

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  2. Very clever, Ben! A poem that requires more than one reading (agreeing with Betty). 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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