Learn The Meaning of Rest

Already is still dark
And almost sunrise
Alarm rings to warn me
Descend into the mines
Shake loose some salt
Deep inside the earth
Of my middle class world
Drudgery of modern life
Lifted by unquenchable thirst
For good literature and wine
Untangle my free time
Free my simple agrarian mind
Learn the meaning of rest
Taste the fruits of idleness
Where is the sanctity of pleasure
When dreams board a runaway train
Travelling too fast
Out of control
Jump off and roll away
No! Fear says "Hang on"
Or face the consequences
The tender truth awaits
So sinks another sunset
Its glow reaches my soul
Will I too be pulled down
Will my spirit sink
Into the night of tired dispair
Where escape is out of reach
From reality....but whose reality?
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Self reflection into a busy life...and a search for its meaning.

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Comments (7)

Macduff5
Hi Yankee,

I think too often we are just so involved in work and other things, we just don't take time to sit back and rest and reflect.
Nicely put. cheers
Yankee4you
I agree....somehow the mountain brooks beckon me to pursue the little squaretail brook trout....and just escape into the woods.....this weekend....
country_lady67
I have wrote on the same thing .. at times life is so busy,, people do not notice the beauty that surrounds us..

Nice reflection.. enjoy the weekend...bouquet cheers
Poetnumber1
A thoughtful write and yet a proking question for an ever more busy society which barely have time to enjoy the beautiful things of life,lovely write my friendcheers
Odette67
Taste the fruits of idleness
Where is the sanctity of pleasure

Love it. applause
Fellsman
Hi Yankee

You develop introspection to an art form with this compelling write...

Enjoyed the read

Best wishes

Bill cheers
Yankee4you
Thanks for all your comments....Fells...the older I get the more I fear lack of accomplishment in my life and the harder I try to make up for lost time...it's insane.....especially when I look back at the folly of a youth spent wasting lots of time unproductively but blissfully ignorent of its consequences.
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