Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 129 Points (22 September / London)

In the midst of the journey of our life after Dante

With glass half-full, half-empty questions put
outweigh most answers touching mind or heart,
whether silver spoon boon born, on foot,
each must make peace before release may start.

Who clearly sees through dark glass, darker wood,
would doubtless doubt's stark [t]errors deep repeat:
though hindsight mutters 'should things change, I could! '
Time turns to mock those causal locks would cheat.

More than life's ending, status symbol clash,
despite cards held is how the game is played,
what boots [c]haste win through bluff unthinking, brash,
if loss waste follows, squandered luck's displayed.

Can compromise for ethics compensate
when all is said and done upon due date?

With only faith to guide one through d[r]ead door
all outlooks hang uncertainly, life's trip
need not require that there be 'something more'.
Priority: means used ere ends unzip.

Dawn rose, rose bloomed, before fate's date of birth,
lie still returns to berth, will still remains,
while through life's dream theme round horizon's girth
all is in all, pride, fall, ride high, sigh, wanes.

All doors perception senses should be tried,
fears swept aside, have fun along life's Way,
faith seems pale wraith when logic is applied
to sojourn's play, what need remains to pray?

From past to future there's a quantum leap,
why care?  Joys share, and then prepare to sleep.

'There is a tide in the affairs of men
which taken at the flood' to fortune leads,
omitted all the voyage that they pen
is bound in shallows, fresh misfortunes feeds.

Yet right and wrong, long, short, like yang and yin,
stay sides of one soul's coin, life's fingerprint
expressed, impressed upon life's press, begin
and end bend through one straight and narrow sprint.

Track lost no cost incurs when path is found
through loss of self which self soon rediscovers
through new tack where attack proves fruitless ground,
is grounded till bright insight path recovers.

'Nel mezzo del cammin' each trip appears
however short each day or long reached years.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Sunday, April 20, 2014

Topic of this poem: time


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(7 September 2009 revised 20 April 2014)

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