poMotion poetry

As Usual

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As usual, nothing remains as usual.

As usual, the knife has no handle.

As usual, the bloody hand cannot open,

cannot drop it, cannot cease to work on.

The carver just must be carved

by the carving, as usual, as usual.

As usual, the best and the worst

are behind us, now. As usual,

the worst and the best are yet to come.

As usual, the present finds us

as usual, awake and not awake,

certain and uncertain, ready and

surprised. As usual, the stranger

in the mirror, knows more than we do.

As usual, the friends and enemies

at the door love and hate someone

overlapping us who is standing slightly

to the left or right of us, like

an out-of-focus image. As usual,

this difference is a most profound teacher.

As usual, the many rich gifts

of love and hate pile up faster

than they can be opened. As usual,

the elfish hands of dreaming

go to work on the impossible task

in our stead, and then leave us

to wander, as usual, the pirate cave

of treasures and terrors named,

All My Own And Everbody Else’s Too.

As usual, we wake to being

everything and nothing, and

must stand up carefully. As usual,

we must then go to work giving

the impression that all is as usual.

But, as usual, nothing remains as usual.

For the tinkers have tinkered

and the meddlers have meddled

and the restless have brought unrest

and the smoothers have smoothed

and the thieves have stolen

and the givers have bestowed

and the makers are being carved

by their own knives, as usual,

and we are next, as usual.

The sun smiles a power-giving smile

and the cloud weeps a life-giving tear,

as usual, on all this.  The mountain

stands like a gift left by the stars

for the day and says, silently,

as usual, This is difficult and

this is glorious.  The ocean sways

and swirls and says, silently,

as usual, The sum of all tears is

the cradle of all things.


By Lance M. Loder

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Written by lickmypoetry

June 20, 2010 at 5:14 pm

Posted in poem, poetry

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  1. The poem provided an array of images and emotions…poetic structure of poem was effective.

    slpmartin

    June 20, 2010 at 9:32 pm

  2. i loved this it the verbage reminds me faintly of john trudell who is a genius as well-thank you for sharing this with us

    julie mccurdy

    June 20, 2010 at 9:32 pm


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