Photo Challenge #63, Holding On, June 02, 2015

Beyond Hope

Beyond Hope

A precipice is a less daunting prospect

When considered from a diagonal.

I fear the vertical, the head first plunge

From an ambivalent seat.

I treasure these accommodations,

These clouds and crannies so remote

From the happenings of a malicious throng.

If an ibis I might nest in pure consciousness

Tending roots in the currents

But I am a stone forged from earth and sea.

From such an atmospheric high

I am likely to shatter under influence

And if not to break than I will surely drown.

That is what it means to be human,

These little deaths performed habitually

Behind closed doors, these triumphs

Which sour with recall. I want is not

The meaning of prayer but sequestered

As we are in the ID we cannot but want

Even if it excludes us from grace.

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31 responses to “Photo Challenge #63, Holding On, June 02, 2015

  1. If an ibis I might nest in pure consciousness.
    Tending roots in the currents
    But I am a stone forged from earth and sea.
    From such an atmospheric high
    I am likely to shatter under influence
    And if not to break than I will surely drown.

    This piece of the poem combines emotions and imagery seamlessly.

  2. Wow! some powerful words and imagery! I loved “If an ibis I might nest in pure consciousness/Tending roots in the currents/But I am a stone forged from earth and sea.” So compelling and gorgeously written!

  3. I really like the part where you talk about how being human is a series of “little deaths behind closed doors.” I saw it as “deaths” being personal tragedies and difficulties which everyone goes through in life… And then overcomes and rises again to “live” on the other side. That part really struck a chord with me ❤️
    Amazing photo, too! 🙂

    • I just went by for a visit and I did leave a comment so I really hope it got through! I am sorry for all the problems I don’t why Blogger and WordPress have issues with each other

  4. Whew. The last bit on being human being small deaths is my favorite part. I like the allusions to being created of rock and dirt as well. How we shatter. Our wants and desires, we have to be careful – they keep us here in the moment with no thought of tomorrow.

  5. Really terrific in flow – as each stanza works so well within the other – without – within – and it all caves in? 😉

    Brilliantly written and thoughtfully evocative Yves 😀

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