�The Saturn�s Return�

I’ve given up saluting the solitary magpie
Their ‘walking under the ladder’ luck
And the random group rhythm
Do not matter to this man today…
Good and bad happens whether my hand is bothered or not
Sit and question what has occurred even after obeying those traditions
I am this age for a reason
No longer feeling like one of the children
Year after year is finally untangled here- it was a rough route, but completely worth every second…
If this mean that I can live with myself at 30.

Another black cat abrupt across my path
Yet watch me survive another day ok
Their witches words or outdated curse
Do not have an effect on this man anymore…
Because I’ve said every learned verse to remove the worst outcomes
But still my Dad had to go too soon
See why I was angry and set about changing my old ways?
Stronger than my younger self due to the harshest of processes
We have to burn some bridges and break away the heavy debris…
If this mean that I will see us alive at 40.

I used to look up for something to fall down
But the moon doesn’t have a clue
He just sits there occasionally shining blue…I’m not waiting for him any longer
He’s unaware of the tides that have pulled me here
The ripples that brought me to your doorstep
There is a wave of hope that washes my years away
Keeps me clean, keeps me keen, helps me to believe that good things can happen again
I’m alive inside and eventually strength must burst through
No longer feeling the tourist in this city
I have arrived, I am home
The alien has conquered another world
Somehow the deepest of blackholes are perfect to challenge transformation…
And this mean that I will continue to return for a very long time.

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Seems this poem is a passage of time and thought with lessons learned and emotions felt along the way.

There are some wonderful phrases here, ones I won't forget in a hurry, ' I used to look up for something to fall down / But the moon doesn't have a clue . He just sits there occasionally shining blue�I'm not waiting for him any longer / He's unaware of the tides that have pulled me here '
Also:
'The alien has conquered another world / Somehow the deepest of blackholes are perfect to challenge transformation� And this mean that I will continue to return for a very long time.'

You write of nature (magpie) nudging reality as if a necessity, not sure if we shouldn't just accept the bird for its wholeness than what it represents in man-written sayings.
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We travel life, becoming what we've experienced - remember hat saying, ' We're all the people we've ever met, all the places we've ever visited, all the emotions we've ever felt; we take it all with us, past, present, future rolled into one perhaps as you say ' I have arrived, I am home'. Life is a muddled affair, we can only treat it with respect, it can become a lover or an enemy .. maybe?

A wonderfully thought-provoking post, I'll read it again.. and, probably again. Thank you for sharing it.

[Georgia Gypsy]

Expresses perfectly how we all question how time passes and how individully we all search inwardly for who we are, or want to be, while dealing with everything else around us, the influence of the world forever shaping us. I really love this one! Great write.

[spence]

This poem is an existentialists dream- I understand why Rick pointed this out to me. I'm very impressd by the almost incidentaL style of this poem- it reads like the story of a philosopher that is going about everyday tasks yet pondering the unponderables of life. The conclusion to this train of thought is enlightening. I'm misquoting some unknown source here, but the saying, 'In order to gain true freedom one must accept total responsibility for their actions' comes to mind. There is no divine fate or predetermined destiny- life is what we make of it, excellent work, spence

[Legion]

Embrace the age (the moment) that is defined with us in mind. A well written poem that throws aside conventional mythology and superstitions to acknowledge that we are one within the now and that is all we can be. A great piece. Rick suggested it to me and a tip of the hat to him as well. I really liked this, but I do have one question though. In the last line of each stanza, why do you use the word "mean" instead of "means"? Kudos to you.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Steven!

Absolutely beautiful. I think this is your best so far. So interspective. So wise with life. Truly, very nicely done. Congratulations on a very fine poem. This is getting a 98, the highest rating I've ever given. As I've explained to others, a rating of 100 is impossible, and if I ever read a 99 poem, I'm sure I'll go blind. Your poem has me squinting from its brightness.

Very best regards,

Rick