The Cosmic Casserole

By seannelson

Sat, 09 Feb 2008
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Tonight I'm not buying wine
and had a loving talk with a pal of mine,
and though my body burns with pain
and recent madness echoes through my brain,
I think I'm remembering some keys to life,
some ways I've made it through dirge and strife.

This world is not french cuisine,
served in tidy courses,
but rather a messy cosmic casserole...
horror wrapped around joy,
haggard misery sharing our souls with wondrous inspiration.

War, rock'n roll, messy sex, the blues,
disaster, brotherly love, poetry, celebration,
and so, so much else...
all slapped on our trays by a blind cosmic chef

and we have to devour it,
(leaving nothing left)
whether we feel like it or no,
because it's only there when it's there...
after summer there comes the snow

And, as Narcissus once told Goldmund,
in Hesse's strange medieval tale,
our perceptions and passions are not real,
but rise and set with each day's sun:
the path to life is not built of absolutes
but of passions, savvy, and adaptations

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Sooz006 on
This feels as though it's a co-write between two people, one excelent and one not as good. The concept is great. For me the first verse let's it down, the rhyme feels' used because it fits'. Pain/ brain for instance feels too obvious a rhyme for the depth of what's to come. And the final verse ... Gorgeous. You've done away with the rhyme and the words are rich and textured. After a bumpy start I think this is a cracking poem.