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Won'T Meet Most Of You In A Lifetime - Poem by Patrick White

Won't meet most of you in a lifetime
and know there are six billion of us
and more coming all the time, each trying
to interpret the sign of their own star,
you know, the one that nobody else can see
but for a few rays of light breaking
through the clouds here and there,
that says, this is the way to shine,
this is the way to shine, and that includes
black holes everywhere as well.

Whether you can see through it or not
as a plagiarism of water and sand
every mirage has its own meaning,
every star belongs to a different zodiac,
each with their own totems, mandalas,
and shapeshifting constellations, each
their own houses of worship and disrepute,
we're all wearing on our foreheads
written in between the lines of fate
like a sidereal bandanna, each
a meme of one we're hoping will allow
someone to recognize us in isolation
like a prison tat that says we've paid our dues
for the last thousand lifetimes without parole
and have a right to be here as well as anyone
because we've done our time standing up
just to be alive, whether you're running from it
or not. Everyone's got a different approach
to their own departure, and though
there is no gate they must go through,
there's a garden they must spend
some time in for awhile, telling
the flowers what the roots of our names mean
each as unique as a snowflake
on a petal or an eyelid or a furnace.

Each a theme of their own picture-music,
our lives are not sub-plots of the main narrative.
There's a whole symphony in the tintinnabula,
like a dropp of water reflecting the entire universe
just the same as there is in the first violins.
And everyone brings their own instrument to the jam
whether it be the wind in the silver Russian olives,
a tuba, a burning guitar, or the fossil of the lyre
that used to sing the dead up from hell
to a day of show and tell, and it doesn't matter
what kind of music you make, whether
its the choral riot of your favourite nocturnal animals in a zoo,
or the distant plectra of a hidden nightcreek
playing solo on a harpsichord in a lonely sacred grove,
or you're riffing on futuristic mystic mantras
like Tibetan prayer bowls that used to sound
like a waterclock of urns, as long as you're adding
your singularity like the longing high note of a nightbird
to the dendritic staves of the trees. Even the silence sings.

And what is it we're all really longing for
in the solitary labyrinths we've made
of the complexity of our desires,
if it isn't a world elaborated from
the prime fractal of our love,
as if it fell to each of us now, not god,
that weight was removed from her shoulders
the moment our cosmic egg hatched
and we took to our own wings,
eagles and fireflies and Icarus alike
to provide the image of light upon light
like a masterpiece we leave behind us
that's everybody's signed like a self-portrait
of who we were to each other for awhile
when we stood in wonder and awe
at what was arrayed before us knowing
it's the exact likeness of everyone,
and the star in the eye that's turned toward us
as if each of us were the direction of prayer
is the same one we've been following for light years
like the magi seeking the source of their own radiance,
candles in the dark wondering where
the light's coming from in billions of creative mirrors
falling on everyone alike like rain and eyes
so that before we close them
like two dew drops of stereoscopic water
falling back to our roots like our last words
from the tips of the tongues of the stargrass
to dream up new blossoms in our sleep
like new moons budding on a dead branch,
we each realize that we're the myth of origin,
the alpha and omega of all things that begin and end
as well as the unattainable for which there is no metaphor
placed well within the creative reach of everyone of us
though if I were to give it a shot as a poet, I'd say,
knowing what I know of this life in the arts,
like the habitable planets and ripening desert moons
of the low-hanging fruits of our hearts.

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  • Rookie - 143 Points Indranil Bhaduri (9/19/2012 12:14:00 AM)

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Poems About Narrative

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  3. 3. Aristotle And Sappho Iii , Sadiqullah Khan
  4. 4. Trying To Put Some Distance , Patrick White
  5. 5. Rebekkah , gershon hepner
  6. 6. Sparrows , Chester Maynes
  7. 7. The Bookworm , Lenore Lee
  8. 8. Robert James “bobby” Fischer World Citiz.. , Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis
  9. 9. Who Could Help Me? , Malaya Roses
  10. 10. I Boomerang , Michelle Claus
  11. 11. To A Wasted Life , David Blake
  12. 12. Organisational Culture And Its Role In T.. , alexander opicho
  13. 13. Dance Of Life , Nirmal Kumar Mishra
  14. 14. Poetry Teachings , Tilly Rivers
  15. 15. From This Bridge , michael oliver
  16. 16. Leitmotif , Udaya Pant
  17. 17. Grammar , Sudeep Sen
  18. 18. Sun , Oliver Roberts
  19. 19. Decorated Silence , prasanna kumari
  20. 20. Dirge , Almedia Knight Oliver
  21. 21. Book Of Life , AKELLA S. RATNAM
  22. 22. Narrative , Juliana Spahr
  23. 23. The Interregnum , Om Chawla
  24. 24. The Parrot And The Woodpecker May Return , T (no first name) Wignesan
  25. 25. Elegy On Jigar Moradabadi , Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
  26. 26. Portrait Of A Poet , Leaking Pen
  27. 27. Life Of ‘pi'Ous! , Gunde Narsing Rao
  28. 28. Itinerary , Roberto Tejada
  29. 29. The Talking Animal's , Derrick Clark
  30. 30. Buzz Aldrin, Space Imperialist , Percy Dovetonsils
  31. 31. Nemesis Of A Female Sexual Predator , Stanley Collymore
  32. 32. The Lions , Peter Campion
  33. 33. No Excuses And Well, No Results , Russell Nero
  34. 34. John Ashbery: Some Personal Reflections , Ron Price
  35. 35. The Faithful Pastor , Thomas Cowherd
  36. 36. Art Uncle Jude , binod bastola
  37. 37. Voyager , Robert Sheridan
  38. 38. Portrait, Of I , Owen Bittner
  39. 39. A Sense Of Sumptuousness: A Found Poem , Frank Avon
  40. 40. My Grandma , Kat Tozer
  41. 41. The Guest Ellen At The Supper For Street.. , David Ferry
  42. 42. The Vulnerability Of Order , Martine Bellen
  43. 43. Life In The West. , George Pope Morris
  44. 44. Ballad Of The Dreamweaver , Jake Walker
  45. 45. Israel At 50 Years Revival , Elliot Yomtov
  46. 46. The Stories , Mohammed AlBalushi
  47. 47. Cascades Of Wonder… , Betty Jo Hilger
  48. 48. Repercussions , The Flash
  49. 49. The King's Summons , Herbert Nehrlich 2
  50. 50. A Woman's Power , Tony Cucuzella
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