Circle

It tells the tale of a man's journey through life

Our beloved circle
Thou travel a path of uncertainty
For an observer, thou seem straight
But nothing appears as it seems
For thou portrays a flawless path
Eschewing real travails
Yet enclosed within, is a vacuum
Contradicting thou great virtue
Bringing forth her deceit in diversity
But nature abhors vacuum
So, it struggle against your essence
Circumventing your existence
Yet, to no real substance
For the value of your presence
Is as inevitable as destiny
Circle, what a vain glory you are?

Reviews

[JerryB]

Eh . . . We all must deal with our own circles for sure, because each and every one of us have one, if not more. The trick us to allow some vibrant reality to break though that circle. Then all will be right with the world. Otherwise we become a clown throughout our complete lives. I liked, and enjoyed this poem . . .