Wondering Why

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Wondering Why

 

Rocks against which tormented waves crash

into whirlpools of desolation

wondering why

 

Knowing that there are depths beneath where

calm and peace can still the mind

only for the good

 

Just elusive dreams too deep to find for the

ungodly, too far away to reach

for the unbelieving

 

And so they thrash at the foot of mountains

too high to climb, weep into the tide

swimming against it

 

Then drown without ever having embraced

the rocks, admired the mountains, rested

on the tide of time

 

Angry young waves that are frightened

and lost, spinning in whirlpools

always wondering why.

 

 

© Stella Armour 2016

 

Reviews

[Vol]

Stella,
Perfect, your theme fits exactly into my personal zeitgeist. Beginning with the industrial evolution and the subsequent urbanization of Western Civilization, and continuing into the NOW, we have lost our minds and our souls. I am not speaking lightly or without evidence. Scientific studies show a dramatic, almost exponential growth in every kind of diagnosable mental disorder from simple phobias to the genetic. We have been crazy for about a hundred years now, but since we all suffer equally, no one seems to notice. I imagine myself in an isolated cabin with no electricity and no one passing by for a month... even with plenty of supplies, I don't think I would make it... but that is the way humanity lived through most of our time on earth. I used to tell my students to turn off all the lights and electronics the next time they were home alone and see how long they would last... ten minutes was too long for most of them...

[Stella Armour]

I agree with all you say Vol, we have forgotten how to think for ourselves, how to survive when we have to decide whether to sink or swim.
The tragedy is that the new generations can't see where they are going wrong and don't even try to find out ..

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this one gave me goosebumps! i love this kind of writing. there is a metaphor in here somewhere, but it is dressed up extravagantly and the author's true intention eludes us. yet the description of the waves and the rocks, the personification, the enjambments, the natural beat (much like an ocean wave) sweeps us in. strong writing dense in themes. this is a strong work.

[Stella Armour]

Good morning Ern and thank you for reading my poem, which is maybe a little difficult to grasp.
read moreGood morning Ern and thank you for reading my poem, which is maybe a little difficult to grasp.
"Young waves" youths full of anger at the world who instead of thinking things through and appreciating what they have thrash about in angst.

Stella