I
Came
Upon a
Weathered
Wooden grain
Splinty rough
Harsh to touch
Firm grip on bar
Rusty nail speaks
History long gone
Stepping back thru
Steel portal of my
Mind's eye, a piece
Of me withers away
Yet the bar holds
Firm, functional
Steel screwed
Through
Wood
Am
I
For Mark L
Don't mind the wood
Be the screwed on steel
Steel portal of my mind’s eye: This reminds me of both the pursuits of reason and the promise of seeing the world in new ways in the very near future. :) Love it, Doris. Thank you!
You are the hope of the future, a forward-thinking man; if it so happens that the wood should give way, find a way to pursue reason and keep seeing the future with your Avatar. :)
I am not my fragile body which weakens and withers away with time; I am my steel mind which is separate from my body, totally and firmly functional. So shall I be till daylight breaks and I am renewed in my resurrection. This is my perception.
Photo courtesy of Mark Lambert a.k.a.King of the Alley Cats. Says Mark of the poem, that sounds extremely close to how i imagine my existence. Aren't we all just being weathered by time, holding fast to what might be a not so glorious existence?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perceptive poem well executed.10