The Journey
I get in my car,
And drive to the hospital,
Our mortality plagues us.
Treatment and cure,
Optimism and hope,
The mind is willing,
But the body is susceptible,
To those destined blows….
A bit like the black knight,
In the “Search for the Holy Grail,”
His arms and legs severed,
But an infatigable belief in self.
I drive past the house,
Where we made passionate love,
I can recall all those senses.
Like all things it didn’t last,
But I knew I was alive.
Such a tenuous bond,
Such a capricious journey,
Of stops and starts.
We never know where things will lead us,
And rationality only rears its head,
In hindsight.
You can’t help thinking of those close moments,
That float in the wind like Autumn leaves,
Only to wither away in the dust,
And beauty dies,
And life moves on as darkness beckons.
No more speaking,
A broken fingernail clawing the balcony,
Where Juliet once stood,
Why such complex creatures?
This is our gift and our despair,
The poetry anaesthetises us,
The hospital labyrinth looms.
On the return journey,
Will it be with a black sail or a white?
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Some literary and mythic allusions in this one. When Theseus destroyed the Minotaur he returned to Athens by ship. The signal was that if he had white sails he was successful, black sails unsuccessful. Unfortunately he forgot to lower the black sail and his father Aegeus thinking his son was dead, jumped into the sea and killed himself. Hence the sea off Athens is known as the Aegean.
Comments (20)
on a number of levels. Always a pleasure
to read from you my friend.
Cafe
All will pass – both the joy and sorrow,
All will pass – that’s the way goes world.
Have nothing else to add except for thank you for sharing, dear poet! Good luck to you!
Good to see the old faces still out and about. Thanks for the critique.
So much poetry is like that. A sort of cathartic approach to those inner thoughts. Cheers
Nice to hear from you. It's like meeting old friends.
Good to see you are still putting your poetic thoughts out. In our poetry we try to connect. Sometimes it works. Cheers mate
Rob
I always get sage thoughts from you. You have such a wide knowledge of the medium. I'm still here living and breathing. Knocked off the Minotaur and hopefully white sails ahead.
Cheers,
Too true. Our egos try to get in the way at times, but each of us finds our own way to that acceptance. Cheers mate
The poetry anaesthetises us,
The hospital labyrinth looms.
On the return journey,
Will it be with a black sail or a white?]
Wow! Powerful, mature, wonderful!
I loved reading...powerful play of emotions in this write
Stunning!
Martina xxx
It's good to see you haven't vanished into some sort of Greek sunset. If you are like me, you just come here occasionally but it's nice to see old friends still reading and dabbling in this little corner where the mind can wander.
Cheers
When we try to express emotion...words are so important and poetry is that little vice that we can fall back on. It's so nice to connect with others because as much as we think we are different or individual we are all so much alike. Thanks for your appreciation.
Cheers
Good to see a new face perusing the corner.
Cheers,
I am glad for the chance to read this poem again. I remember being impressed the first time I read it.
Brilliant poetry, I agree!
Thank you for bringing it back!