the burden of all being
rests heavily on me
for i am
the poet's madness
communicable disease to the masses
memory I grasp at
who I was
what I was
before I was
this body
this story
unparalleled glory
unfettered and gory
seer and seen all the same
the one of infinite names
always coming and came
i bleed words into being
i breathe verbs into doing
what they've always done before
eternal occurrence
repeating endurance
faith discarded, acquired
again and again
this moment is heavy
my hand is unsteady
breathless and heady
thin air where i'm treading
prepare the unready
within you that's getting
worn out and sold out
with every beat of the sun
nothing new
nothing special
and average at best you'll
never find rest till
the tiller is turning you
the sun that is burning you
gives life through the chlorophyll
and finally free from
your burden of thought
I appreciate this poem based on nicely articulated philosophical musings. Thanks, Justin.
Thank you very much for your feedback, Rajnish. I'm glad you enjoyed it: -)
the sun that is burning you gives life through the chlorophyll and finally free from your burden of thought.........Burden of thought.......... love this expression. very fine poem , existential philosophy. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
eternal occurrence repeating endurance faith discarded, acquired again and again ...// one kind of philosophic writings