Our origins are hard to find–
we turn around, try to unwind
the center point of what’s behind–
we travel blind, we travel blind.
With roots and branches all entwined,
we’re lost in our unconscious mind–
remembrance wanders unconfined
and recombined, and recombined.
We long for all to be divined,
controlled by talismans and signs–
but life seems always disinclined
to be defined, to be defined.
For Grace at dVerse, a monotetra. I don’t usually write to a specific rhythm, but I enjoyed composing this. I happened also to pick a good rhyming word right off.
I could not find the photos for this art, which I did for one of Jane’s Sunday Strange Microfiction prompts, in 2017, so I don’t have a close up. But here’s the translation of the words.
What to do between the silent secrets of stars?
Open the question at the crossroads of memory and your dreams.
Chase clouds of deep light.
Learn how to become a traveler in the unexplainable.
(in any order…)
Just goes to show I’m still writing about the same things. Although in this case I had some help from the collage box Oracle.
You make it look easy, K. A whole philosophy in a few stanzas. My favorite lines (because so true!):
“remembrance wanders unconfined
and recombined, and recombined.”
I also like the word disinclined.
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Thanks Jade. There are so many great words. Poetry helps us discover them.
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Very beautiful and indeed philosophical. I like when you say life is reluctant to be defined as that is too true. We can barely define ourselves, what means would we have to define life definitely and without doubt? There is no certainty in it. I also see a spiritual vibe in this piece.
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Thanks Lucy. It seems I keep asking the same questions over and over.
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I love the thoughtful reflections on the meaning of life. I think all our lives, we are always searching for:
the center point of what’s behind–
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Thanks Grace. I agree.
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Found it. It was this one
https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/03/12/sunday-strange-microfiction-challenge-4/
I read this aloud in my head, and just listened to the flow of the words rather than the sense. You do the rhythm perfectly. It’s hypnotic.
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Thanks Jane. You do find the best paintings. This was a good one.
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I like this one a lot.
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This is absolutely breathtaking in its philosophy! I especially love; “With roots and branches all entwined,
we’re lost in our unconscious mind–remembrance wanders unconfined and recombined, and recombined.”💝💝
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Thanks Sanaa. Memory is tricky.
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this is delightful, you do make it look easy … I realise I missed a clue as my last lines don’t rhyme 😦
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Thanks Kate. I have to admit I had to study the instructions more than once to figure it out.
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lol me too Kerfe, no pain no gain, right 🙂
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Exactly.
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Masterful! It flows and rhymes so effortlessly!
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Thanks!
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‘but life seems always disinclined
to be defined’ – I think a lot of your poetry and artwork examines this issue. I enjoyed your take on this form!
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Thanks Ingrid. It does seem like I revisit the same themes over and over.
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Kerfe, honestly, I think this is the favorite of all the monotetras that I have had the pleasure of reading recently. It’s perfect.
Yours,
David
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Thanks David. For some reason it came very easily. The Muse was looking over my shoulder.
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