Chasing Our Tails

Pontification on the cyclical nataure of things and stuff.

shattered kingdoms, in time, may be made whole,
minds battered into thoughtless mire can heal,
murderous corpses may relocate their souls,
forests will sprout from ancestral ash fields.
life is a pattern of circular trails,
man, beast and nature are chasing their tails.

 

lucky winds don‘t ever blow; all is planned,
motion and fate: choreographed bedlam.
all fools believe they hold truths in their hands,

but truth is God’s hand, free of our dictums.
newness begins where every life ends,
orbital existences: spin, spin, spin.
 

spouting figures and touting so-called facts,

trails of dead myth and keen observation.

hurriedly following our own deep tracks

to rerun victorious frustrations.

life is a pattern of circular trails,

theologians and scientists chasing their tails.

 

 

life is temporary; the circle prevails.

Reviews

[sheerpoetry]

your poetry is important because it breakes me out of all the trivial thoughts that bog me down.

[Carey Lenehan]

Nicely put. Round and round we go like little mice on a wheel, blithely repeating our mistakes and thinking we're the first.... hmmm. Enjoyed.

[Fidheallir]

Your repeated use of circling and spinning imagery pulls this piece together.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Captain Good, that you are! I love the discipline of this poem, not to mention (though I will) the brutal truth of it.

Sal

[♡Moon Child♡..]

Wow...that's a really good poem! I love it! ^^