Poem: Truth’s Anguish
Fluttering butterflies waft listless within depths of innocent minds,
Feet trudge muddied paths of knowledge of others discoveries not known,
Was once now gone as enlightenment paints over discovered old finds,
Truth dares chance while lies argue relevance 'tis certainty a groan.
Endless steps rise to the heavens a next step descends to depths unknown,
No rest pursues dire restless nights dancing with dreams woven to nightmares,
Betwixt and between this or that the riddle's chant beckons choice of throne,
'Tis truth pushing darkness aside a blessing or curse received by heirs?
Winding pathways like falling golden leaves twirling before arrival,
'Tis season's fall as rain arrives before winter nurtures the learner,
Snow buries new golden muck trampled by traveled journey of rival,
Late of season plummets an acorn a mere seed seen a sojourner.
Arrived pathway’s fork offers choice of two certainties answered with why,
Season's changes to spring bringing forth sunshine's smile greeting new seedling,
Choice to remain new growth with promise of rising oak reaching the sky,
As rings count wisdom grown passing travelers offered rest and meaning.
Choose this path then see that path naked while ahead lie bramble's promise,
Forewarned heard of owl under midnight's cast shadow high upon oak limb,
Walk blindly with faith hold trust close to heart no sense of doubting Thomas,
Best to shun eyes from verse told else between and betwixt this or that hymn.
Battle of kings thwart hearts of peasants armed with rakes and hoes meant for crops,
Gallant steeds once beasts of burden pulling plow bringing bread to table,
Chosen this or that path as brambles scar travelers as purpose stops,
Fluttering butterflies waft listless within depths of stained minds fable.
© 2017 Tim Mitchell