A Soliloquy From Within Sage
A Soliloquy From Within Sage
I.
My pardons to this weathered beat down bush
for clearing out this home of mice for me
a quiet sanctuary is my plea
a speech to act upon this world as push.
May both of us stay meek and strong through time,
yes, meek and strong together like the clay
of generations filtered everyday,
here meek and strong can work together fine.
The wind can see that I am broken man
whether I live or die in this desert
a soliloquy from within this sage.
From underneath this bush I see a plan
but only after years of pain and hurt
will flowers bloom and brighten up this cage.
II.
May time remember me who shed this beard
who paced until the rug was worn quite bare
I often re-evaluate what’s fair
who gives in and who is finally cured.
Under this sage, near root I prophesy,
only a child receiving lost spirit
who shares our future days during visit
above the sage the wind blows as a sigh.
I beg my tongue knows hearts soft agenda
where here alone I fight against disease
and the consequences of bad choices.
To foresee this time of influenza,
the life of Kassandra causes unease,
to spend a lifetime muting these voices.
III.
In domestic ruin before our strife,
with guilt I think about this great balance
an equality obtained through absence
this maybe second chance for better life.
Here familiar objects of war are seen,
from here I must forget battles and love
to help, I must refer to line above,
a need to forget monsters I have been.
Our country’s mothers’ will lose their sweet smiles
to return when their babies find their breast
to hold on tight until the air is clear.
Our children left alone to tend the miles,
us families again, inside their nest,
soon they will find their childhood through the fear.
IV.
Where will I be when I finally die
probably crouched down within this brush fort
to talk to ants and wasps as if in court
to make them listen to my half-ass try.
Where does revenge find place amongst the air
one must erase the board and find the chalk
a red-breasted robin will sing not mock
even Mother Nature knows what is fair.
This sage will sit upon this desert land,
for many years I’ve shared the same story,
for insects, wind and sun, your foliage.
Though life will continue but not as planned,
to understand life is transitory,
I must use my voice and share my knowledge.
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Deep thoughts and great phrasing make for an interesting and enjoyable read. Well done, Jamie. I like delving into deep thoughts to let them go to work in my mind.
Thank you Phyllis.