Tag: Rest

Drained to my very inner core,
right through to the marrow of my bones.

Hiding behind the misinterpreted,
under the cover of the forced smiles.

The spirit is always fickle at best,
caught in the undercurrents swirl.

A single act or glance is all it takes,
to infect the blessed bloody whole.

A solitary lonely sparrow fly’s so high,
against a backdrop of endless blue.

The ancient songs are still sung,
while lives are forever lost for a lack.

From the womb screaming we came,
the only time without a care or stain.

The ritual of life is endless monotony,
we are destined to dance forever more.

Round and round like spinning tops,
searching for a more holistic approach.

We have drunk the kool-aid once more,
the sweet nectar of the false infinite.

Is it time for a long quiet hibernation,
as now I lay down my many burdens.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

This was written in a free-write frenzy following a long 4 days of a training event that I and my staff organized for over 150 employees.  Not sure where I was going with this other than dealing with the enormity of the life experience and I am very tired even as I write these words.  This is poem 17 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, and a submission to the prompt supplied by The Reverie Journal to use the words above in italicized maroon, a wordle poem if you will.