Treasure Island

Margaret Alice

(The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

2011/03/30 Cold Invades (Rev.)

After so many years on this planet I
still can’t accept autumn as the birth of
winter’s advent, a dread of decay and
death advancing small steps, the sun
lover’s slow retreat sliding away as if
he knows we need surcease

Seasons’ rhythms leave us helpless with
a cold inevitability of natural progression
despair increased by enlightened claims
human beings are free to change anything,
to be happy with inter-subjective reality
created by consensus in consciousness

But NO, death and decay, self-satisfied
idiots, slow dismantling is not my choice,
I find no freedom resigning to coldness
enclosing my heart, watching life-renewing
events slow down until too weak to die
without a fight

I HATE life dying despite beginnings and
endings presupposing life’s repetition
suspicious of eternal processes entailed
in birth and death, chary of free choice for
life as a physical manifestation which my
real contemplation cannot surmise

My belief there’s something amiss when
the earth tilts away from a life-giving sun
and cold invades my heart and my mind...

Submitted: Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Edited: Sunday, May 15, 2011

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