Of Hubris and DebrisA Poem by Doodley
Arise and be reborn all ye forsaken.
In the beauty of darkness with the pregnant moon a-high,
With the songs from the meadow of the Cicadas in full cry;
In the kisses of the night breeze and the chills from her caress,
With the starry sentinels shining in all their eternal bless;
Do I sit under the blanket of the mist in its flow,
And converse with myself, just me and my shadow.
To discuss on our lonesome, the lives floating by,
Of the fools in their bubbles with their heads in the sky;
Standing aloft on their pedestals of vanity and stone,
With nary a realisation that they are simply alone;
And how in the midst of life's vision in this symphonic song,
Could those fools in their bubbles be so tragically wrong.
What beholds such a fool to hang his head high,
And be indifferent to the words and pleas of our cry?
Who professes to know all the wisdom of Man,
Yet in a position of power does naught that he can?
I know not the reasons for the actions they show,
I conversed to myself, just me and my shadow.
For I am not the debris that lies beneath their feet,
But a Phoenix arising from my hibernate sleep;
And I know on the morrow with the dawning of the sun,
I'll rise from my slumber, the sole and only one;
And the words and the whispers that flow from vain tongues,
Will disappear and vanish like the breath from my lungs.
© 2016 Doodley
Sydney , Australia
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