Amidst the Bedlam

Amidst the Bedlam      by Sami Khalil

This pirate ship sailed off with clueless dreams

A loutish course, dreamers cautiously row

Mimed abed somber nights, dredging up schemes

Fallen leaves and of twigs dappled in woe.

 

Whether life or the mind, they ambush us

Leaving behind trails of retrospect things

No pride is left when we lose the game thus

Justice can play out its underfoot swings.

 

Time to ponder, to walk jostling slower

Naught but guile-less how smugly we view paths

How death can be a checkout line’s goer

Subduing varied moods, joy-filled to wraths.

 

Things elude us, hidden down in plain sight

Grasping at straws, we clutch unto dawn’s might.

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

are we all just the rowers of the ship of life?
Are we just following rules, staying in line, losing our individuality?
I wonder...maybe the answer is in plain sight, but we are so afraid of getting out of line,
making the ship go a different direction that we stick with complacency...
Nicely done...and metaphorical.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Food for thought; good questions. I love your take on this poem.
Rowers of life can be a good title for a poem
Thank you kindly sir Jacob for all.
Have a lovely Autumn.

[Tom]

It's always going to be a voyage into the unknown, life, from birth to death, one can best hope not too encounter too many storms though inevitably we run headlong into a few so best hold tight and not capzise, temper this with clement, calm waters, perhaps find, explore an idyllic osasis, fruits, fresh waters aplenty and of course, those beautiful native islanders, yep, what dreams may come??

" Things elude us, hidden down in plain sight

Grasping at straws, we clutch unto dawn’s might "

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! So true and well articulated dear poet and friend. You speak with wisdom and authority. Million thank yous from the rough seas.

[Sami Khalil]

Amidst the bedlam of life, some of our dreams are hijacked, some are remembered and acted upon and some fade into oblivion. Dreams are mirrors of the subconscious. Nightmares reflect our subconscious fears and anxieties.