Forced March

Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows. -Thoreau

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a pig with wings

now and again

a mute that sings

a has been

i light the candle

its truth drips and falls

i smoke life's weed

its high evades me

i kneel to pray

i'm back again the next day

i question the night but it has no answer

nothing to say

try as it may

a black cat got its tongue

i'm climbing a ladder with a missing rung

breathing with one lung

picking flowers when winter has sprung

whispering words to a song of solitude

i say, "abra cadabra" but possess no magic

only hocus pocus

i'm old and think that i'm young

alone despite being among

Author's Note

"To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust." - Thoreau

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one has "marking time" written all over it. The speaker comes across as one of some years who has apparently hit a plateau and can't seem to rise to another level. A lot of unique images here, all pointing to a feeling of frustration but not having a clue as to how to deal with it. The last two lines stand nicely alone, highlighting the speaker's situation. Be cool; sometimes you just can't force things.

[Pete]

you are amazingly right on the mark. i didn't think anyone would get the gist of my ramblings. i'm running out of patience - don't know if i should keep waiting or force the issue. i pray but nothing seems to come. as you say, perhaps patience and in his time is the answer ... :)