Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Along the Way


Parrot in the jungles of Honduras, shot with a 300mm telephoto lense.

Awakening on the branch of a tree
A huge forest surrounds all things
Ancient; based on size, breadth, and smell
Moist and dark, a penetrating aroma of antiquity is about
Existence is lost, sheltered from time
Passing moments slowly sprout into awareness.

Understanding and comprehension are held like a dark secret
Every door opened, exposes yet another door
All seeming the same in the end, back to the beginning
A maze eternally cursed to traveling, lost roads
But how can this forest exist within a desert?
It’s been so very long since water was tasted.

Washing the dead of winter into the new hope of life
While quenching knowledge that doesn’t exist
Like a river of insight, flowing
Into a giant lake of promise and ascension
Living for this dream and searching for this water
From a promise made long, long ago.

Occasionally other creatures are encountered
Crawling from branch to branch
Hovering like some life spirits, in principle
Closed and contained in hollow, guarded shells
Somehow pretending familiarity, yet hidden nonetheless
Evolving from unsolved riddles.

From slow vibrations to perceived movement
Almost life like, straining to emerge
Yet not sure of what’s ahead
With cracking and tearing, it happens!
This shell of gestation rips into reality
As the metamorphosis completes.

In one maddening moment, from the mind of the chrysalis
After all these years of soul searching silence.
A butterfly emerges and says, “I used to be just like you”
Pausing confusion ensues, and then
For a moment, locking minds merge as one
Exposing the process and its purposeful end.

A journey steeped in evolution, from eons unfolds
Infinity experienced within the breadth of a second.
Just as a thousand questions come to mind
Within the grasp of reality and juxtaposition
The butterfly takes flight and is quietly gone.
Will I pass another along the way?



OSI #127: Cocoon

This is my 100th post on OSI. Thank you all!

18 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

Beautiful poetry!

crumbling walls

Also don't forget to get aboard the Poetry Train on Monday mornings!

Geraldine said...

Congrats on the 100 post. Your writing is a work of art Rob. This one is no exception. Beautifully expressed.

www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

anthonynorth said...

That was beautiful and so full of imagery and mysticism.

SandyCarlson said...

You convey your insights so tenderly. Your poems are always a gentle read even as they offer so much.

I want to be that butterfly.

aniketnikk said...

Very nice...specially the last para and like the line "Infinity experienced within the breadth of a second."

Stan Ski said...

Great images...!

Amity said...

A 100th post/poem? Wow...surely it's an achievement!

Congratulations on this milestone Rob...and I look forward to more enchanting and lovely poems like this!


"Within the grasp of reality and juxtaposition
The butterfly takes flight and is quietly gone.
Will I pass another along the way?"

If only reincarnation is real? I wish to pass another along this way and fulfill unfulfilled dreams...:)

Patti said...

This was one beautiful poem, Rob! So vividly expressed with all the imagery used- perfect interpretation of the prompt! Loved the line "Every door opened, exposes yet another door"...boy, doesn't it?!

ρομπερτ said...

A deep bow in respect upon this achievement ! Please have a good Wednesday.

daily athens

Harshad mehta said...

A great poem.
Congratulations on 100th post. Always eager to read your work as it is a piece of art.

Jingle said...

lovely 100th post.

cute images.

Tumblewords: said...

A milestone for sure! Your work always offers food for thought and a feast of delicious words.

ladynimue said...

I never had seen parrots not green !!! (ok that was accidentally poetic) maybe coz of this lovely poetry you wrote !!!


Congrats for the 100 poems :)

Tammie said...

such a wonderful journey, I love where you took us with the exciting end.

Jim said...

Hey Rob, this was nice following this path. But then it made me think, can the butterfly relate at all to the worm? I am thinking not so in reality.
Sorry I'm so late in getting back here, my week was very busy and hectic.
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gabrielle said...

To call these moments transcendental does not do them justice. Lovingly translated!

Sandra (if) said...

congratulations for that...very beautiful...!

Angela K. Williams, LCSW said...

Thanks for the beautiful poems and pictures.