A Poem by Galacticbeam
Created: January 14, 2017 at 01:54 pm
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)
Category: Spiritual | General/Other | Free Verse
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RIPENING OF MY SOUL
THE RIPENING OF MY SOUL
Newton didn't consider the soul's
ripening when it fell from the tree,
that it was like an old soul
I've grown tired of the jousting twixt
the dialectic and the didactic; give me
now silence not rhetoric.
I have nothing left but my pedantic poetry;
at least allow me that. It is not a locked box
but a tool to let silence speak
I've grown old with the to and fro, with
full frontal engagement that means nothing
it the course of eternity.
I am now forgetful of rules and injunctions;
and have gone beyond the ring pass nots
of the matrix.
Neither am I taciturn nor obsequious, I merely
am unresponsive to the small and large hand
on the dial of time.
Neither do have designs on re igniting old
flames or rekindling old hatred. Old souls
just become empty silos for new grain,
@2017 Sai Grafio
© Galacticbeam - all rights reserved
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