Journey Poem by Gary Witt
Journey
Is there a soul’s iridescence
Taking on the hue of this world,
Reflecting it back
In resolute affirmation,
Without proof, doubt, or theory,
Leaping and leaving itself behind
In a question, in a promise—
Its former fire, for someone else
To ask and decide, to see and admire?
Is there a soul’s evanescence
Vanishing colorless in the cold,
Blending now into oblivion?
Its goodness abandoned,
Hope betrayed, does it die
Fragile as a myth held
Too tightly until today?
Does it leap and leave it all behind;
Leap and leave it all behind?
Gary, Beautifully write, it is very melodious.... I Hope to you will help to find out this sad monologue the reason misunderstanding and melancholy... Tsira
It's impossible for the reader to take this any way other than slow-paced and contemplative. I enjoy the subtle rhyme scheme, which I only really noticed afterwards, which contributes to the pensive nature of the piece, the flow. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:11:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The repeated question at the end is the heartbeat of this poem; a resonance lingering long after reading it, filled with melancholia...I absolutely love it!