Musings of a 'Lunar'tic

Most of the time, I am like a ghost with no home.

The wind blows me like dust and swirls me about.

I lie trapped in a corner, surrounded on 3 sides by bricks of my own making.

They were laid as the foundation of my life was formed.

Each event created a new one.

Some were erected to block things out.

Others to keep things in.

The past, the present and the future -

What was, what is and what will be.

Will be or could be?

That is the mystery.

The spirit roams free yet is a slave to the flesh.

Do I succumb or rise above the mounting pressure of the battles raging within?

There is a hole in my soul like the one in the ozone layer.

What do I owe my fellow man but truth and kindness?

The thing about life is that it makes us do things we don't want to do.

The sea seeks to go where it may, advancing and retreating as it is  pushed and pulled by its moonly master.

It has no memory and does not care that it has washed here before in a cathartic dance.

Sometimes it flows angrily in a storm.

Other times it is at ease in tranquility.

Regardless, they stay reconciled.

Does it matter why, or merely that they do?

Reviews

[Hebe]

You captured the feeling of being lost, indecisive, questioning everything very skillfully..... how your mind can distort reality .... wonderful!

[Pete]

thank you Hebe for thoughtful review. always makes me smile when you stop by for a read. :)

[Hebe]

Hey i can't resist. .. you can never get enough of a good thing :)

[andrew mitchell]

I like the sea in comparison I like the clouds, water againsts air! But the sea can be so inviting and in a turn so violent like the movie the Cruel Sea. you captured that mesmerising trance the sea projects Pete.

[Pete]

yes, there certainly is something mysterious/entrancing about the moon and sea. they have fascinated man since the beginning of time and continue to. they seem to speak to us.
thank you andrew for thoughtful review.

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The weight oof rock, towering mountains of madness heavy to the ground yet light as sand to the universe that tosses it around :) All there is, is now. I love this deep water your mind swims in.

[Pete]

Some would say that I am destined to drown in that "deep water" but I cling to the one true life preserver! Regards and thanks for the peek.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Pete,
You have written an essay here which is quite analytical and poetic all at once. Brick wall holding in life, hole in the ozone layer of the soul, mystery of past, present, future......on to...our similarity to the sea and her moods. Thought provoking piece.............Loved it for sure...................Blessings to you kathy

[Pete]

Thanks Kathy. Much appreciated. Blessings right back at you.

[Moonie]

This truly is spectacular. I love the part about the sea...yunno I've read this somewhere that the mexicans believe that the ocean has no memory...this reminded me of that.
The poem is very well knitted. Well done! :))

[Pete]

Thank you so much. There is just something about the sea that expresses life & its struggles so well. Regards.

[iamshadowine]

wow! this is incredible!
great work!
keep writing :D

[Pete]

Thank you for taking the time to read. Best regards.