A Box of Paradox

Weird ramblings of an overtaxed mind.

The living earth
houses dead
children beneath
her skin, and

in death greatness is
discovered by zealots
who spill blood
for a thirsty god,
and find themselves
revered in his place.

The child who was
wanted then wasn't,
its birth a gift
then a prison.

The old man's mind
no longer holds
his son's name. Yet
his sire still insists
on calling him father.

Is my clone really
me if it has
no memories?

A box of paradox
is tied up tight beneath
my bed, but I sleep
no better for it.

Reviews

[Jack...]

Anne, we will always ask, always ask, we feel we have no choice in the matter. There will always be questions that hold our minds hostage and until the day arrives when we realize that there are no answers, we will continue to ask.

Extremely well done my friend. I really did enjoy the thoughts this piece provoked in me.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Jack-
I think there are many of these things that occupy our minds at time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see some real sadness in this, the unwanted child...the father whose memory has so lapsed he can't remember his child's name...

those who want and can't have, those who have but don't want.

that itself is a paradox...and very sad one at that.

[icelandicblue]

I agree jacob, so many paradoxes are sad and confusing. I appreciate your thoughts.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Aaahh...the ever present paradox. I think that all the answers to everything we could ever need reside within us, but that is not to say that we will ever fully understand them or dig them up. Some people go their entire lives without really understanding anything...relying on regret, pain, hatred, etc. This was a tightly written piece that evoked a great deal of emotion. Well done.

[icelandicblue]

I think the struggle lies in that inability to really understand the whys until we realize so many questions cannot be answered but as Pryde says perhaps accepted. Thank you for commenting.

[Pryde Foltz]

Understanding those paradoxes does always help with accepting them. Deep write, my friend.

[icelandicblue]

Acceptance requires faith which often bypasses the cognitive piece, hence the difficulty when grappling with such questions. Life often does not make sense.

[Rita L. Sev]

That box is indeed the monster under the bed - no matter how secure we think things are, there are so many things beyond our control or our understanding. Your opening image has my mind turning. This is a well crafted rambling, Blue.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Rita,

It's weird but I always fear that every poem I write will be my last one because I will run out of ideas. This sprung from those muddled thoughts. I'm glad you saw something in it. ; )

[icelandicblue]

Sometimes an overtaxed mind can give great ramblings.... as this is great art, Anne.

All these wanderings, and wonders, are well mixed up in your write,
I felt this was a combination of the past, and how things will go further,
mixed with a slight of fantasy.... well done, great write.

Paradoxes are my kind... ;)

- Elisa

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Elisa-

The mind sometimes needs a safety valve and I think this was mine. I appreciate your kind words and your support.

It does, yes, I like you make it the box of thoughts.... you're so welcome, I will come by for more, I'm ever grateful what you do for me my friend, I love your writings.