Persistence

by marikiaTbilisi, Georgia

Nov 2010 1,024 Views 16 comments

Persistence

I feel like a person engulfed in a bog
With no inclination to take myself off.
The bog is alluring, drawing me down,
In ruthless persistence I'm bearing down.

No one can arrive for the rescue of me,
I am the one who could get out and flee,
I am the one who could get myself clean
Out of this mire, should I have such scheme.

No such scheme, I prefer facing risk,
I know there is nothing to hold me adrift.
The bog will entice me in perilous grip,
I'm falling a victim of dangerous whim.

My love is enticing and bearing me down,
I've fallen its victim, I'll never get out.
I'll stay stupefied and forgetful of mind,
I'd rather I perished, if that is my price.

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Posted: Nov 2010

About this poem:

Took out of old chest, blew off some dust and here it is.

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Comments (16)

ginger1959Kingston, Ontario CanadaNov 25, 2010

Dear friend, Marikia,

I understand for sure,,,rather i perish, if that is my price
Hand on there friend ,,I am too

Truly Ginger

Almost forgot love the poem!!!!!

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaNov 25, 2010

Thank you, ginger, always among the first to react.

freeatlast64847Lanagan, Missouri USANov 25, 2010

Excellent use of analogy! Kudos!

jeddah12singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeNov 25, 2010

KUDOS,well versed well written

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaNov 25, 2010

Thank, dears, for flowers and appreciation.

Leony1510A CAVE IN THE ATLANTIC SEA, Westmeath IrelandOct 7, 2015

Brilliant poem

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaOct 7, 2015

Thank you, Leony, for dragging it out of the dusty attic. There was time I experimented a little in poetry - for the joy of it - those could have been good old days after all.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEjnB4Q1JjM

With best wishes. dear poet!

niah9Auckland, New ZealandOct 7, 2015

I was thinking....this isn't like Marikia...then I saw the date....proves how time adapts a style......enjoyed .....and different...

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaOct 8, 2015

Yes, this is definitely not like me, Niah, but I was happy then, experimenting in writing for the first time, trying to fill my spare time with something I considered as very important, cause being here and writing poetry is a good experience. It still is, coming here is my daily routine, here is a community I enjoy very much. Hope former members of this corner who left their comments behind when they left will soon join us again! Kindest regards, dear poetess!

amfa7Lahore, Gilgit-Baltistan PakistanNov 5, 2015

Masterly grip of words expressing self annihilation, willingly;
an admittance of the charm in the 'insidious', 'labyrinths'
and that of the chaotic as well as base life-style of the post-modern person; 'been there', 'seen all' etc.
A charmless existence goads to justify Dr Kevorki's presence.
Lack of creativity dominates a mind with a sense of joy.

Reality exposed in great poetic read.
Thank you

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaNov 5, 2015

Lack of creativity dominates a mind - in fact it does, you guessed it right, and charmless existence - it is indeed charmless, with a sense of joy - oh, yes, joy in just being alive, while knowing that life is short. Happiness is the source of great joy, but as I read once, "An excessive feeling of happiness is a problem. The high degree of this feeling dizzies a person... prone to running risks. Whereas behind a risk... trouble lurks, which may reduce a person’s life-span." I am far from being over-concerned with my life-span, but breathing brings such a pleasure! Life itself with no other attributes is a joy! Thank you, amfa7, for finding this poem worth leaving a comment! Kindest regards,