Description: I have always kept my boots in service for too long.
Bent that Way -------------------------------------------
If taking notes, our paths have crossed
and happenstance directs our way
onward yet past polite nod
yet silence holds its burden fast
to each his own in contemplay
a mindful search of sensory
is this a one who carries God?
Which vessel fit for kingdoms come
which current carries beyond sight
past judgement day or even night
who knows the grail that He did choose
silence before the storm...
Take kind regard of other's shoes
and note the sole that holds the hole
you see some have a special bent
though rates of ware may vary much
volumes are spoke of where it went
where it was worn, where it was rent
of traction lost to fall away
Witness the heals that follow up
yet left alone these always fail
past tears of joy such never change
worn ever in a special way
that fights the man with every step
and leads the weary sole to path
an untrod one that's just begun
So stranger if you call me that
I'll smile and nod and tip my hat
and cry inside to know the truth
our blood is one fired by the Son
and tempered by the Three in One
towards Magnum Opus no one knows
forever yet kept folded tight
as yet another lover's note
Many feet, many paths; one destination. And loads of worn out shoes along the way.
I really like the way you used double-edged words, it enhances the natural mysterious/mystic feel to the poem.
Very nicely done, Lloyd!
okay i know i tend to go on...but damn "some have a special bent"
that line just keeps going through my head...
and it also makes me smile...i am from NY and my cousin from Jersey used to always say "we're going to get bent" in his conotation bent meant trouble...i like the way you use it here...a good thing...meaning more of a leaning...in a religious sense, leaning toward good...
this is a wonderful piece. truly enjoyable to read. great word play and internal rhythm. even though you don't come right out and use the pun "soul", i can't help thinking about it alongside of your use of "sole".... we are all the same "souls", no one's soul being above the next person's....when a piece puts a pun into the mind of the reader without it actually being written there, the poet has accomplished something rare and beautiful. bravo!
and "wear" rather than "ware" unless you meant the double meaning...which actually would be a nice irony here...
but "the sole that holds the hole"
we judge people so easily...but haven't walked a mile in their shoes, or even a few inches...
and we don't know what caused the holes in their lives...or caused them to walk where they are walking...
we profess to have God in our souls...but treat people in a way which suggests the exact opposite....
the last stanza leads me to the conclusion..we are all the same in his eyes...none better than another...and we should remember that when we decide to judge if one is worthy of our friendship...or love...
we all walk paths..and wear out shoes...and all have our holes...
so are we really strangers? maybe not.
nice write...i like the analogy i see here...muchly.