Life…Dark rewards and Light Refrains
Tony DeLorger © 2016
How do I gain, what life withholds,
and how do I hold what life relinquishes,
pathways yearned and followed in faith,
hands outstretched and forward thought,
yet to be surrendered?
And what do I find, when grasping that longing found,
is it bliss or comfort for having won,
or is it a void of meaning,
all lost when acquired whole,
dreams given and journey’s end?
Life like waves to shore, beating time,
lapping to land’s edge,
one after another in endless rhyme,
and what of my hopes and dashed dreams,
given, taken, heart forsaken, what meaning can it hold?
Perhaps it is my mark, my expectation,
when there is to be none, just the undulations
of life’s movement,
so what then the measure of aspirations gift,
the path alone ensuing, being unfulfilled the rift.
Focus is my demon friend,
for on what does claim my spite,
if not the endings lost to unwanted dreams,
because I missed the plight, the travail
that reams me out to furnish this soul.
I see plainly, but focussed on the wrong things,
that labour of my journey, my defining,
and still I yearn for closure,
to find gold at the end of my rainbow,
I suppose I am but human, fumbled eyes and elbows.
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We all search for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, Tony, but often life serves up lemons instead. We have to ride out the disappointments and keep that spark that feeds our ambitions. Good poetry.
Glad you appreciated it John, Cheers!
I have searched for meaning’s, way to many to articulate here. Have I found them, some, but mostly they still lay waiting for my discovery. I do believe my journey on this plane of existence will end before I find them. But this I know, I have found peace with my creator. This stanza wrung true for me Tony.
“And what do I find, when grasping that longing found,
it is bliss or comfort for having won,
or is it a void of meaning,
all lost when acquired whole,
dreams given and journey’s end?
Thanks for the share my friend, your words are timeless. Great write.
Its gratifying to be read with such understanding and support. Thank you my friend.
Well, welcome to the human race, Tony. Enjoyed this piece immensely. You cause us to think about life and the true meaning of why we are here. Thank you!
A pleasure William, so pleased you enjoyed the work. Cheers!
I see plainly, but focussed on the wrong things,
that labour of my journey, my defining,
and still I yearn for closure,
to find gold at the end of my rainbow,
I suppose I am but human, fumbled eyes and elbows.
Well said. So human for us to seek that ever elusive gold. I fumble all too well. Nice work.
Much appreciated Lori, glad you related and enjoyed the work. Take care.