Deus Ex Machina

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By onemorething

Wed, 30 Sep 2020
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14 comments
 

A conclusion ought to be logical,

make sense of a narrative;

there is no lowered god 

to resolve an end for me.

I should have been born in Ancient Greece,

a woman of quietitude, hissed at

to mould a history of silence,

I would own nothing,

avow nothing;

a Maple seed that spins

on whichever wind can bear it.

I would speak with the rarity 

of frankincense, and even then

words would flurry from my empty vessel,

torn to incomprehensible pieces

of confetti of all the lessons

I had not been taught.

We all often desire to be something that we are not,

as if this, itself, is an act in a tragedy 

for which there is no longer a prize.

Hear me complain

that I have endured sorrow

without reward, where experience

or wisdom is overrated: that is true suffering,

and worse there is the flaw of victim hood,

I would say: I am a robin tricked

to sing at night by false light 

until neither sun nor lamp

could illuminate me to song,

here hearts stop only for death.

 

Image is of a maple seed: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Maple-seed_black-white.svg

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Certificate 12
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Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

What a fabulous speech of a poem!  Powerful and recognisable.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This wonderful poem is our facebook and twitter pick of the day - do share it!

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks very much! Am chuffed. Very happy you enjoyed it. :)

 

Submitted by drew_gummerson on

That is right, 'recognisable', for we all think this. Few, if any, can express it so well. 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you, that's such a lovely thing to say. Am glad you liked it. :)

 

Submitted by Yutka on

thank you for this truly outstanding poem, with its many different piuctures to illuminate thought, I very  much enjoyed it

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks so much Yutka, am really happy that you read it and enjoyed it. Rachel :) 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

this is so sad!

"I am a robin tricked

to sing at night by false light"

 

I wish I spoke with the rarity of frankinsence :0) I love that idea. Unlike you, though,  far from being an essential, the oil of my words is vegetable...

 

just read again, it is very very sad poem. Parson has written desolation today also

Hope things are better with you soon xxx

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Di, it is a sad poem, I know. I read Parson's too. I suppose these things are easier to bear, or at least voice, nursed into a poem. And yes, the robin, it's sad to think some songbirds are tricked by streetlight, I think. Thanks for reading and your lovely comment. I hope I feel better soon too! xx

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

catching up on things - what a fabulous piece onemore - very well deserved golden cherries

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you insert! That's very kind, happy you liked it! Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by onemorething on

That's amazing! Thanks so much! Rachel x

 

Submitted by D Marie on

Feel sad for the Robin tricked by a false light, and gives up. Life seems hopeless sometimes, thankfully it passes.
Written with depth and strength.