Of Things That Were and Shall Never Be Evermore

And so I wrote this insightful poem
About the workings of this world
Of things that mattered in time
That people forgot and sometimes ignored
And I thought I had a moral obligation
To lead them out of their caves of ignorance
And let them suck onto the fruits of wisdom



This insightful little poem, rich in imagery
With words which play truant on lips
Saying wise little things about you know
Like the viability of human certitude
Or the fallibility of innocent love
In a world filled with supercilious gratitude
And the bitterness of all things ephemeral



I filled it with puns, and delightful oxymorons
Some that I borrowed and some I conjured
Made a mélange of everything I knew
A kaleidoscope of moving images on paper
A tapestry of feelings, on canvas I drew
And I felt exalted, almost vindicated
Thinking of the wisdom I thought I brewed



And then the foolishness of it all, struck me
The world is too big a place to be explained
By this little mind that works this little pen
Life is one little journey that ends in death
And the sweet nothingness that pervades
The in-betweens whence we realize the truth
Or think we do, vanishes after our lifetimes

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Siddhartha,

Ah, my friend, the plain, hard truth of life. While we may be incapable of grasping absolute truth, there is still beauty. So there can be joy. And in the absence of complete understanding, there is wonderment. And especially today in the midst of continual and surprising scientific discoveries, such as detection of the Higg's boson, the strong suspicion that we are detecting light WIMPs at ~10 proton masses, having extremely precise measurements of the reverberations of the Big Bang, and the realization that the Universe is holographic, the jaw drops in amazement. Can we truly claim that we "understand" these things? These are truths for which we are unprepared and ill-equipped to comprehend in the same manner as the more worldly events on which we were bred and honed.

Your poem captures the essence of the thinking individual's dilemma regarding life, knowledge, purpose, etc., and you eloquently draw the inevitable and correct conclusion. Still, let us remember joy and love. These are values that don't require understanding or explanation. How lucky we are to have that.

A poem greatly enjoyed and such food for thought. Just excellent.

Best regards,

Rick

[Marie]

Sometimes our best work seems so small. Yet what else have we to offer?

[Siddhartha]

True to the core Marie...