Treasure Island

Egal Bohen

(Earth)

Away From The Slimy Pit to Slide


Each day
A challenge
We are sent
As to how we treat
It's discontent
-
Each Day
With open mind
We face
All that comes
Despite our state
-
Our burdens
Carried
In our pack
Each day we learn
Not to step back
-
The challenge
Not to further plunge
Into to the slippery
Slimy gunge
The pit that’s writ
That is
Of our creation
-
The challenge
When confronted
Then
How we react
-
No turning back
-
So shall we stop
To let sink in
Our brains
Amidst
The constant din
That each day drowns
Our minds
Those messages
That come
With each
Communication
With every
Confrontation
-
Will
We give
Ourselves the chance
-
As visions
On the current pass
-
To clutch a moment
For the branch
That’s offered
-
For it lends
An opportunity
For just a second
Let us see
The message sent
In what is said
-
A dawning
-
That message sent
Into our head
-
Its meaning
-
Or shall we
On the torrent ride
Oblivious
To all outside
Avert our gaze
Avert our eye
Hear what we need
And set aside
Conveniently
That truth inside
We do
Or cannot see
-
For those signals come
From far and wide
Material
To open minds
If we would focus
Separate
The precious gift
Which they create
-
An opportunity
For learning
-
So barriers down
Open our minds
Examine the actions
As they unwind
See that which hides
Beneath the facade
The obvious passion
Disregard
-
And we might just see
The faintest glint
Of lesson learnt
Of a subtle hint
That we can control
Change the way
Simply
By the things we say
-
Even in the midst
Of the darkest day
-
So deep within
The rattle and hum
Of our daily life
As we go and come
As the torrent of life
Tears at our coats
We
Turn
Not hearing
What was spoke
-
A lesson may
Just help us survive
Away
From the slimy pit
To slide
-
For how else could it be
That we ever learn
If not from the life
For which we all burn
The very life
We both love
And hate
-
Its purpose being
-
To teach
Not break

Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2005
Edited: Monday, March 03, 2008

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  • Gillian.E. Shaw (4/21/2009 3:50:00 PM)

    Really like this - human insecurity challenged by human wisdom. Lots of questions. Feel I can
    identify with the sentiments written here. I really enjoyed 'Or shall we on the torrent
    ride oblivious to those outside' Brave even noble. Love it! BRAVO! MORE! (Report) Reply

  • Egal Bohen (9/20/2006 8:15:00 PM)

    Life is irregular
    And by the way, what the hell is 'iambic tetrameter'? Sounds nasty and I'm glad I havn't got it. Have they found a cure yet?
    Egal Bohen... (Report) Reply

  • David Zvekic (5/26/2005 7:22:00 PM)

    This poem starts like it wants to use iambic tetrameter up until 'That is of our creation'.

    After that point I dont know what is going on. the meter is too irregular. (Report) Reply

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