Garden Maze Poem by Daniel Y.

Garden Maze



Pathways unrecognized send me in circles.
A thousand ponds, bridges, and trees identical.
The baroque fractals of emerald hue;
wandering gnomes that stare with eyes of death
follow my movements without moving.
What magic, this?

That I am lost in myself alone,
and still so unfamiliar,
with its thousand convolutions.
Yet the water is peaceful.
Fields of flowers are my bed.
From here, should I never leave?
Would solve a problem or two.
Like figuring out where I am.
Where I've been.
Where I'll go.

The garden maze has no exit.
Like the earth itself, we have no wings,
or else fly too close to the sun.

The gravel, the grass, the leaves, the trees:
these are my thoughts,
these are my memories grown.
The labyrinth is my soul.

Monday, June 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: identity
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 17 June 2014

LIKE THE EARTH ITSELF, WE HAVE NO WINGS/OR ELSE FLY TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN. But there is no Daedalus figure to help you, but there's also no Minotaur to threaten you. You're in a middle zone, and so I can appreciate this line FROM HERE, SHOULD I NEVER LEAVE? In so far as the last line asserts THE LABYRINTH IS MY SOUL, the answer could be, No, I won't leave, I'll stay deep within my soul. But psychologists like Jung and James Hillman warn us NOT stay too long in the soul-realm. What will happen to your journeyer?

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Daniel Brick 17 June 2014

I like this poem very much. This is the Interior Journey in search of Self symbolized by the garden maze. You put us in the garden with its delightful summer-like atmosphere, but the symbolic dimension is vividly expressed in stanza two I AM LOST IN MYSELF ALONE, and that ALONE refers to the solitude of the garden but also the solitude of the SELF. This is one of the challenges of the Interior Journey - it's necessarily a solitary one. In the same stanza you reveal you are still a stranger to yourself and YOUR SELF is made up of a THOUSAND CONVOLUTIONS. This journey will require big steps. I like your understated echo of the Daedalus Myth

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