I have a tendency to date and time my poems. I read once that William
Blake was considered in negative terms because much of his poetry
contradicted itself. The fact that I date, time or represent the order to
which I’ve penned a poem helps me recognize the evolution of thought that
occurred. Since this poem follows the one about the straying wife, I think
it might be trying to speak to alternate possibilities for the poor man
that was devastated the way his marriage came to an end.
The end is the beginning
Each beginning moves toward an end
The lessons learned creating closure
Is the place we can begin
A life that’s dismal fated
Where things are out of sync
Built of many factors
That can lead us to the brink
But the chaos can be deliberate
That provides another way
To see something hidden
As Spirit complicates the play
Or, if there’s more to know
Like perhaps you brought it on
Answers sent to us through mirrors
Take us to the great beyond
Attitude is everything
When dealing with the pain
Even gratitude for our very breath
May in essence help us gain
A new perspective about it
That is, what we come to learn
Rather than lost inside of patterns
That brought us to be burned
Maybe expecting of the other
Of more than we put out
Reduces down to rejection
Might be what it’s all about
Or contrarily, an internal need
The ‘other’ cannot see
That requires a shift of motion
Viewing alternate scenery
Each situation needs forgiveness
Of the other and the self
The release of negative emotions
Will represent the greatest wealth
Emotions that weigh heavy
Deny our entry in
Entry into the Vortex
Where new possibilities begin.
9/15/20 #3
Note: Not sure what I wrote prior to this as I publish it now; but as I
recall the story related to me, A woman left her husband for a friend’s
wife. She moves in with the other couple and before it’s over with the
wife gets kicked out of the house and she takes up with the other woman’s
husband. It’s an interesting story if true; but sometimes there are
embellishments to illustrate victimhood.
