Reflections: An Elegy??

Reflections: my own Elegy…

Should I compose words about my failures?
Will listening crowds enjoy this type of passion?
Can I be the author of my own elegy,
One unwritten because it is barren?

Is this the paradox I must conquer?
If I do, then who will I read this to?
In the boondocks of my brain I ponder
Do I write of life, do I write of truth?

Do I scribe my own death warrant in blood,
In words, do i etch my untimely demise?
Do I consign myself without breadth of love,
To where blackbirds can fetch my exanimate eyes?

In moments as they pass, do I bend towards them,
To the obliteration as it occurs?
Or do I welcome it like a shadow realm,
A dark citation of needed succour.

‘Tis difficult when writing of one’s death
To not err towards some linear bias
Or to stay uncaught in some selfish rant,
Than be afforded to delirium’s crisis.

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Do I write of my afflictions endured,
Of vanity and emptiness near the end
Of mental turmoil and the torpor incurred,
Or how a smile is the empty way a mouth bends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do I tell you specifics, like dates and times,
Like when my anniversary passes
Of when smiles and happiness were paradigms,
Not prophetic of sadness and coming passage.

Do I mention how they ripped me from the pulpit,
How the world transformed and they left me out
How it rains for three days and I became desperate,
Desperate to know if God still has His doubts

How many words would demonize innocence
And how crass ignorance would define me
As time withered, with ugly dissidence
My heart and soul was supplanted with ivy.

Negativity dispersed like a plague
In my head the evil uprooted my brain
How my outlook was nebulous and vague,
Even footed on the right path, was in stains.

So should I compose words about my failures,
Or do I scribe my own death with blood?
In moments since passed, do I write of these ailments
Do I still write of my afflictions for love?

Or do I temper my imagination,
Close the switch inside, and never look back?
Or do I just fade in the myriad welkin,
Neurotic and self indulged, a maniac??

In my own viscous miasma, life resolves
To self rumination where clarity unfolds
Scenarios no longer revolve, they dissolve
Forgotten like the things I once controlled.

Do I start this plea with dearly beloved,
With brutal honestly or do I sugarcoat?
Do I roleplay my existence as placcid,
Or this jagged little pill as an anecdote.

Of course I speak from the realm of the living,
In an almost Delphic structure of note
If I were to write of my own outliving,
Am I inclined to read this elegy I’ve wrote??

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

10 thoughts on “Reflections: An Elegy??

  • March 24, 2019 at 6:05 PM
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    Most poetic reflective thoughts. Poets are lucky that way they leave behind words that do not fade away with time.

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    • March 24, 2019 at 7:29 PM
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      Very true Rasma and thank you so much for reading I appreciate it.

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  • March 24, 2019 at 7:16 PM
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    This seems forboding – I do hope it is just an excellently written poem and not a portending of something in your own life. Take care dear Paul.

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    • March 24, 2019 at 7:28 PM
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      Never Phyllis. I have too much to offer to go ahead and just take it all away from the world. Lol. I read a one line poem by W. S. Merwin and it kind of inspired me to write this. His poem was what if I outlived everyone I could write an elegy about, “Who would I read it to?” That was the one line, and it somehow brought me to could I write my own elegy and would it be honest or would it matter? So rest assured it is just a poem nothing personal. Thank you again for caring I do appreciate it so much.

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  • March 30, 2019 at 3:48 PM
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    Great rhyme and rhythm with this poem and the way you work out your philosophy throughout the poem was incredible. Well written verse Paul thank you for sharing. Jamie

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    • April 4, 2019 at 8:50 AM
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      Thank you so much Jamie. I still am unsure how my elegy will be written, I am hoping with happy undertones. Thank you again

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  • April 3, 2019 at 9:08 PM
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    I guess it is something we writers need to contemplate, Paul. We write all our life and so it would seem unsatisfactory if we don’t endeavour to write our own elegy. I have often considered a witty line for my tombstone or plaque e.g. comedian Spike Milligan had “I told you I was sick” on his. Good work with this. Much food for thought.

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    • April 4, 2019 at 8:51 AM
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      Lol John. I like that witty line. I just hope when it is time, many years down the road, I can look back and stir up something great for my own elegy. Thank you so much for your kind words again my friend.

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  • April 6, 2019 at 8:40 AM
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    Oh the infamous elegy! one must consider all that life has dished out over our existence. Deciphering the good, bad and the ugly stuff that afflicted us. Some can pen with great pride and humor, others will cast a dark and foreboding existence. I’ve always enjoyed reading tombstones and the variety of headings chiseled upon their face. The comedic ones always bring a grin to my face, a simple few words can be so effective. A succinct message that can be easily digested, summoning up the person buried beneath it. You have done a marvelous presentation here Paul, you’ve covered a lot of ground, and I too hope that you continue to pen for many, many more years to come. You sir, still have a lot to write and when that time comes for you to reflect on your contributions to this life, I know you too will leave behind a simply passage of meaningful verse that the world will honor and say, here lays one great Poet in his time. Peace and blessings I send to you this day, my friend and fellow writer.

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  • April 11, 2019 at 9:24 PM
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    Thank you so much dear friend. I may leave something so profound to puzzle minds for centuries or to ignite that flame inside a struggling writer or maybe a simple verse will do. Thank you again Vincent for your kind words

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