How am I to be i think the question for the bark,
for in every branch a tree may seem to steam a sullen lark,
but everything is nothing when the fractal doesn't fit,
it's a subject with no classroom where the teachers never sit,
in a sand storm for the masses does the pharaoh re arise,
or do the snakes of lesser bounty charm the worse then with their eyes,
if in every fading stage there is a skull left then to glow,
we would see the pen was nothing and the ink was all we'd know,
but the ink can move the sword and then in turn the ink is blood
so they live without a reason as to never rise above,
the shallow make the many, but the depth keep them alive
among the paradox of knowledge being granted or contrived.
the emperor has no clothes...or is it no brains. perhaps no heart for wisdom. but Caledonia's head is still so hard. i don't know exactly why these thoughts came to me as i read this but they did....
why does the stone not absorb the wisdom of the river that has flowed for centuries and knows all? why don't i he'd the river of my fathers wisdom many times? perhaps b/c like the stone, we tend to galavant and prophecy to the air. missing the crowd of hearts gathered and build tension when there should be peace. but you notice this pomposity and wonder, "has the stone lost the meaning of self"?...
i don't know, im not to skilled sometimes in writing about others work (especially yours), but i offer the mite i have. this piece did speak to me, but perhaps not in the way you meant the words to be heard.
I am learning to appreciate things for what they are, not for what they could be. This particularly applies to writing. And so, I notice the absence in this poem. The stone in the surging stream, absorbing nothing. The tightrope of air. The march on nothing. This is understated but says precisely what it needs to. The tone, the imagery and deceptive lack of it, work very well for this theme. You turn metaphors and images on their own head, making them your own. The transition of "In a crowd of faces" to "I've watched . . ." is ghostly; fitting.
It's been a long, long time since I've read you. I hope you'll keep it up.
mmm i like this...short and sweet and says so much with few words..
you have all this potential...but you have done nothing with it...
absorbed no knowledge, you have been inert as a stone being pushed reluctantly by the current..
and you are so egotistical...but are nothing but a con artist doing a highwire act...on a tightrope of hot air...the last part makes me think of a tightrope only two feet off the ground..the idea of never really taking a risk...
you will fall...and i'll be there to see that too...