Saccades of Sands
By marandina
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A clicking camera shutter, perpetual saccades,
capturing fleeting moments that mark epochs,
littered in sentiment and seminal occasions,
constellations of emotion - sanguine; others desolate.
I can count the endless stars at night
that outnumber all of our collective lives,
boundless skies summon futile dreams,
so many hopes soaked in materialistic lustre.
The conceptual struggle - to continue to strive,
to realise a place in the scheme of things,
bounded, rational conformity a value learned
from judges seated on thrones of Solomon.
Ground-glass sands of the past now cover
the undulating dunes of now buried histories,
alone we sit and stare and remember
as we skim flat pebbles on lost lakes -
a search for belonging and acceptance,
subverted by an incontrovertible truth
that the notion of normal is a metaphor
and belongs amongst a Book of Myths.
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Yes, fleeting glories, human
Yes, fleeting glories, human acclaim — rise and fall and buried.
Longing to be special, to achieve, or just be accepted, 'normal'.
We are each made in the image of God and are special, with unique abilities. What is important is to get the 'Well done, faithful servant' — serve neighbours and Maker with what we've got while there is opportunity. Rhiannon
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There's so many unique layers
There's so many unique layers to your poem Paul. I was fascinated by that last stanza that left me wondering exactly as you say...'what is normal?' To question the idea of our past and it's mysteries that have been lost over time. The sands of time are always moving.
Hope you didn't mind my understanding of your poem, I might have got your meaning completely wrong.
Inspiring as always.
Jenny.
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Enjoyed this, M. Ambitious
Enjoyed this, M. Ambitious and well executed. Made me think of the Tibetan Book of the Dead. “Past thinking determines our present status, and our present thinking determines our future status; for we are what we think."
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So much to chew on here Paul.
So much to chew on here Paul. I will be reading it many more times to digest and enjoy.
Bhi
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I suffer from saccaddes, it's
I suffer from saccaddes, it's a kind of work blindness, like sand in your eyes. You can obviously, see, poetry.
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Amen to that, brother Paul. I
Amen to that, brother Paul. I spent a lot of time trying to fit in intead of being myself. Have finally found that I like being myself. This might be one of my favorites of yours. Wonderful writing.
Rich
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Hi Paul
Hi Paul
I like that phrase, about the notion of normal. Very pithy.
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Poem of the Week
This beautiful piece is our Poem of the Week - congratulations!
I hope you don't mind, Paul - I have taken your very intriguing question about what is normal, and used it as the basis of this week's Inspiration Point. It's such a universal theme. Thank you very much for putting the idea into my head!
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Was there an earlier version
Was there an earlier version of this? Sure I remembered normal being a myth? It's a great message, I wish it was tought in school instead of the opposite, that you have to be the same to belong - where would orchestras be if everyone had to play the same instrument? Hopefully being a good citizen will not depend on a person's spending and blending power in the future!
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Hi,
Hi,
This is a lovely poem with marvellous language. And what is normal? I think we all know it doesn't really exist in this multifarious world where everything is heterogeneous.
hilary
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