Category Archives: Prose With Pretensions
SOME REGAL CHOICES
One may refrain
From clinging to
Or simply dreamt
One may refrain
On what may
Or may not
In some yet
Call a halt
On an awareness
Of the current moment
Like a river
Has a current
And each moment
Before it has gone
Simply slowing down
Is far more important
Than we are generally
Encouraged to notice
Once having done so
Is it not then our duty
To try to pass it on?
ALL WE NEED
Perhaps all the things
We need to learn
Are already here
And in actual fact
We only need
One single thing
HANDS FREE AND SPINNING
Once we recognise
That we have
No reliable knowledge
Of our future
Nor any absolute control of it
We can only be left with uncertainty.
Of course it is more comfortable
Not to dwell on these truths too much though.
POEMS LEAD POETS
This poem as emerged is actually
far more bitter and anguished
than its writer. Or far less …
What the hell. Let’s let it go;
it’s just the way it grew.
The initial germ here sprouted out
from a piece of Sarah’s weeks ago
that somehow caught my interest.
I’d have trouble locating it now;
it’s transmorphed completely.
Laboured at it for hours; it wouldn’t let go.
Clearly it’s determined to have its say.
As for you, happening by readers
looking out for an explanation
dream on, friends, dream on.
The past casts shadows over the present
Just as the present casts shadows over the future
Everything in the one tapestry is interwoven
The wise weaver will bear this fact in mind
And so avoid the trap of uncaring isolation
Unendingly we puzzle and wrestle
To make some kind of a sense of
This motley old world of ours
This mad higgledy-piggledy mishmash
Of ecstasy and misery, joy and pain
On-off light and dark, good and evil
Why oh why oh why, we wonder
Does whoever created such beauty
Permit also ugliness, such cruelty?
What stories and parables we devise
Telling of gods and devils locked tight
In pitched battle until we know not when
After some time looking into the case
Internally as well as beyond these eyes
Decided we see projection, in both senses
The dualistic dual played out in the world
Actually takes place within our own minds
No matter why we may find ourselves here
Ours is the awesome power and free will
That is our inheritance and our birthright
And also therefore ours the responsibility