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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Jun 17, 2009 11:19:27 GMT -5
Perspective sings these shaded grays awake-- Long not for the surety of your youth When absolutes were easy ground to stake: Resolute positions absent of proof.
Maturity brings those faded days to fore, Introspection births new philosophies, Incredulity that I was so sure, Now aware of my mind’s monstrosities. Black Black hats in westerns, bad luck from black cats, Evil easily defined in pictures-- Such simple immemorial combat, Basing bias on some scripture’s strictures
Shine the light of nuance on certitude: Social stains once paid such veneration Often spring from absolute platitudes— Witness: American segregation. WhiteWas a time when polite society Cherished this immoral privilege. Racially defining society, Which is, by any measure, sacrilegeMore than race, age, sex, division of creed, We fall prey to baseless supposition Showing certitude to justify deed Seldom contrite of our own volition.
Life presents itself in the subtlest shades: Chords of certainty birth arpeggios Trailing our fervent youthful escapades As certainty fades diminuendo.
Independent thought, born to make contrasts Examines not just what but also why, Begging youth's expectations be surpassed, Asking what purpose Black and White belie
Resolve to witness your remaining days Examining everything astutely-- Give consideration to all the grays, Measure the minutia resolutely.
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Post by polonius on Jun 17, 2009 17:17:35 GMT -5
A very clear rebuttal of absolutes, Jamie. But if we reduce everything to relativities and uncertainties, we are left with a splintered society, where the fabric has no clear form, which can't function because it has no common values. ==> There's an idea for a poem. See Enoch Powell's speech, "Rivers of Blood."
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Saffron
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Post by Saffron on Jun 18, 2009 16:52:29 GMT -5
Dang Jamie, You really hit the nail on the head with this one. The older I get the less I know. I long for the surety of youth when my absolutes were firmly in place with all my naivety. I must commend you on the form. It really leads the eyes to make all the right pauses. Penny
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Post by stacy (FINALLY back!) on Jun 30, 2009 22:22:06 GMT -5
I loved the structure of this one, Jamie. It really set it up a notch for me as I read it. Incredibly penned. And I think you spoke for many of us in this one. I know you spoke for me. You have a way with words, and I know that when I'm feeling that certain way that I just can't describe in words, I can come in here and read one of your many talented poems and you have described that indescribable feeling in me to a "T". Loved it!
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Post by apocalypticjay on Jul 8, 2009 6:39:58 GMT -5
This was absoultly stunning, the growth between Boy to Man, and ubderstanings fade and come back to light then fade again, we are all suns and we fade behind the clouds sometime. You touch very well on narrow mindedness and opening windows to let the light in too. Another great poem Jamie!
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matw63
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Post by matw63 on Jul 8, 2009 6:45:07 GMT -5
Jamie - a very clever write and the assonance of each stanza is first class.
exalt!
Mat
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