Friday, October 9, 2009

I Am Trying To Understand

Life . . .
Bundles of memories
Ours
Yours
Mine
Like sparks dancing in thin air
Each one
Weighed
Measured
Dispatched
Somewhere
Somewhat
Somehow
Formula one seeds
Created to race
In the moment of passion
Desires whispered
Invitations in our hearts
We make our ways
Paths to weave
Here
There
So we move along
Leaving behind us
The others
The wannabees
From one chamber
Into another we make our way
Into a new world we are summoned
Two breasts on the plate
We feast
We watch
We master
Then we move along
Leaving behind us
The shared moments
Parts of ourselves
Strewn across the fields
And so we continue
Our cravings
Our pursuits
Somebody
Something
Beckoning
Over the distant horizons
The blessings we seek
The fairly land of our dreams
Wealth
Health
Fashion
Passion
So we move along
Never knowing
The destination
The reason
The Agenda
And yet we continue
Again
And again
Hoping that one day we will
Know
And understand
Then one moment we stop
And look back
And consider
How far we have wandered
And yet we have still not arrived
So many memories
So much undone
So much to share
We ask ourselves
Is that all?
Was it worth it?
This experiment
This journey
Life is ...
Bundles of memories
Spread yours
Share yours
Enjoy yours

4 comments:

blogoratti said...

Timeless.
i'm digging this.

Nana Yaw Asiedu said...

I like these pithy poems of yours where you take an 'exploded' view of things.

This poem with 1000 underlying themes including fatalism and (even) moderation and content is just like that. I love your mastery over reducing complex subjects into their building blocks. And they do not come more complex than LIFE. Good work.

posekyere said...

Thanks blogoratti!
I am looking around to understand some of the parts I have taken for granted all this while.
It helps to prioritize at being oneself instead of just going through the motions. I am getting tired of the tedious vanities.

posekyere said...

Thanks NY.
I appreciate your powerful comments.
Once in a while I do myself a favour and grant myself the permission to scratch at the veneer of some aspect of this bubble we are in.
So yes, NY, let's continue to scratch, explore, inquire and question.