Survivors

Survivors

Thursday, December 13, 2018

I'd hoped that it might seem as one


by Steve King
©2018  All rights reserved


I’d hoped that it might seem as one,
that each new treasure of intent
would gather inward every charm,
alone to each new moment then,
without beginnings, without end.

The issue of unsettling dreams
would scuttle back beneath the lees,
the tolling of uncertainty
displaced by melodies begun.
Desires one never knew to spend
might seize such moments to contend.

Yet every doubt shall resurrect
to seed new dreams and break amends,
undoing all prospective notes,
to quell new dawns with clouded suns.
And all invention soon erased
by tides of tears that need not wait
for virgin moons to call them out,
far wishes glinting there, dark stars.

            The resting place of all appeal
            is quiet soon and battened fast,
each unrecounted mood abates
to where silence must congregate,
the words gone still to mend a peace,
and linger always out of reach.

And all that was important then
seems sunk to nothingness
again.


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15 comments:

  1. I do like the ambition and reach of this piece Steve - interesting writing...

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  2. I sense a hope for peace, but maybe doubt, or perhaps l read this wrong. The read was most enjoyable Steve...

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  3. What we hope for is often blemished by disappointment, and yet we strive again, or die. (What I have gleaned from your words.)

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  4. Such a wonderful cadence in your words Steve. I feel that after all is said and done, silence permeates in all.

    This part was beautifully said:

    to where silence must congregate,
    the words gone still to mend a peace,
    and linger always out of reach.

    Wishing you and yours peace and joy!!!

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    1. I agree with Grace, that passage is the heart of the piece. Ironic that unsung words held back our mourned in the midst of a poem with so many words

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  5. It is our intentions that we place that help bring forth our dreams. Sometimes they get lost in the night but, I believe we can find them again. Dreaming to our awakening. Perhaps, what we seek is found when new dream seeds are planted and nurtured with a renewed spirit of faith.

    Your poem is rich in nature and wisdom...

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  6. This has a such a wonderful rhythm... the soft beat of the poem helps the reader to sympathize with the good intentions and hopefully be inspired to do the same

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  7. So the tide sings and then is gone. We only carry it our while. The tidiness and precision of this is a crafted patience of observation which itself suffices, is the silent congregation we all lift with our hush. Glad to see you here.

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  8. Oh this is absolutely exquisite! Especially love; "each unrecounted mood abates to where silence must congregate, the words gone still to mend a peace, and linger always out of reach."

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  9. Nice line: "to quell new dawns with clouded suns."

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  10. "Yet every doubt shall resurrect
    to seed new dreams and break amends,"
    i have never analysed doubt this way, encourages me to view guilt in the same way maybe, surely to seed new dreams, a really thought provoking poem

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  11. MeaSure oF all
    Worry
    As Far
    Away as
    A Dance Closer..:)

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  12. Lyrical in tone and profound in content.

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