Question is: Do people read poems anymore? Are there any romantics or philosophers left to consume good words placed well?
I think this stuff is beautiful – sad and desperate – but beautiful.
What is your take on it?
In the meantime, as a lily aloft in dead fields –
Kind and beautiful one could be
Instead of seeking greatness in human memory
Instead of chasing
Just being planted here
Watered from below and above
Bent by winds but never carried away by trends that prevail
Being okay with a day to day placement
Less likely to bemoan this stay or to pursue a stray escape
Days will go and come and go and then they won’t
Lily no longer
Pressures to be a rose, long gone
To impress, long gone
To do, long gone
May this meantime not be mean time
May this meantime not be me time
May this meantime not be meaningless
I wait aloft in these dead fields, and not alone.
Don’t you ever feel just like this? Like you are stuck in a spot where you don’t belong? Like you are the only one who is trying to live out beauty when everyone else has decided to decompose?
I can so identify with the pain of this guy’s stuck-ness. I can also identify with his desire for the days to come to an end so that all the pressures of this world can be taken away.
I’m a big Kingdom of God believer and I want it to come – I think he does too. Anyway, regardless of what you believe as far as afterlife, I think we can all agree that this now-life is a hard one. And I think we can also agree that if we are going to be here a while in the midst of “dead fields,” we might as well stand tall showing off our creation and we better find someone willing to stand with us.
There ain’t nothing like lonely, boys!
Okay – Do your art today – whatever it is – And do it well!