To Transcend Your Life

A Poem by Lindsay

Familiar, Familiar.

How once was familiar.

A body in motion,

In stand-still peculiar.

Regular place,

With an abnormal feeling.

Comforting, quieting,

Adrenalized reeling.

Happen to stumble,

In such the right place.

Stampeded, but not,

By your occupied space.

Should lean to the wind,

With your increasing weight.

But cast your eyes down,

As if waiting for fate.

A strange stirring of dust,

An uncertain, low speech.

An ignored archetype,

A plea to beseech.

The mind’s eye slowly narrows,

And focuses down.

As you search fervently,

The deforested ground.

Combing through rocks,

Past sticks and through berries.

Cycling through warnings,

And long, steadfast worries.

For reasons to stop,

Are abound, that you’re sure.

Reasons to stay here,

Possessed and demure.

But pushes and shoves,

From winds deeper still.

In fact carry voices,

Of tenacious will.

Leave shoes at the gate,

Of the forested floor.

And bend to the wind,

Of which might be the cure.

Saunter in silence,

Alone and undaunted.

Or seemingly so,

Leave the pieces long haunted.

Familiar, Familiar,

Why sad is the coat?

That is worn in the cold

The emotional tote?

Now shed with the shoes,

By the gate of familiar.

Harsh gales whip the faces,

Of life’s new peculiar.

Take earthen steps,

If you seek love and strife.

Just you, notwithstanding,

To transcend your life.

© 2012 Lindsay

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Mark D

"Should lean to the wind,
With your increasing weight.
But cast your eyes down,
As if waiting for fate."

This created a great image for me of someone knowing the wind will cease causing their downfall but as long as the wind is blowing they grow more daring and lean further towards it.

This is a great piece of writing! The flow, rhyme and lovely words all come together perfectly. A real marvelous piece that I imagine took a while to plot out.

Really well done, I loved it