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The Gift- a poem

Updated on August 16, 2011

The Gift

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

Bound I am to this our fractious world,

prone to ride it bare-backed and vulnerable.

Seeking not to tame the beast,

but rather live through it with open eyes.

Five score and seven years of thrashing,

and still the bruises remain.

Intent to not be blinded by the show,

I cling to the strap relentlessly trying to vision the blur of life passing.

How weary I have been,

wanting to let go and suffer the consequence.

But my soul will not abide,

needing the nourishment of understanding.

So here I cling to life, ever vigilant,

hoping the beast will simply relent, find a green pasture.

How often I think it so, to be then wrenched back to the ride,

the beast more determined as ever to unseat me.

Sometimes I want to see the blur for what it is,

delve into its sweet perfection and experience.

But when I do its clarity is confused,

its reality layered too deeply to conceive.

I cling for the sake of me, what I can accomplish,

my vague visions of some essence and truth.

I cling for the sake of living unlived,

that I may miss a second of this calamity called life,

this irreplaceable gift of experience.


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      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Two Poles, I appreciate that. Lots to read. If nothing else I am prolific. Welcome aboard.

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      Two Poles 6 years ago from Morgantown, West Virginia

      Inspirational and very powerful. Especially love the second stanza. So glad I found your work on here.