The Beyond

It is the will that tends to clasp,

            Just beyond its reach.

As in silent shores so shall it be,

In hollow  barrows or frozen keep.

It is the heart that tends to wound,

            Just men have many scars of grief.

As in ancient feuds and love’s deceit,

Or arctic isle or peaceful sleep.

                       

            Solemn,

Solemn as wills go,

To clutch at the light of the divine "

            Or the chamber of sinners " housed deep.

 

For the soul leaves all sights it must see,

And at last begins to seek

            Some truth

Reviews

[A.L.]

It is the will tending to clasp for what it cannot have, not the heart? Do you believe there is a difference between will, soul and heart?
It seem we all are dreamers, longing for something we can't quite touch.

I adore this poem. When spoken out loud, the words fall off the tongue beautifully. Kudos for a great write jcarlson33

[jcarlson33]

This is an interesting poem, and one that is a little academic in nature. The will is per schopenhauer and how he claims that we all strive and never truly are satisfied (whether in sex,food,sucess,money,love) while the heart gives us our wounds and psychological scars. Indeed, the soul may Plato's invention, but it could be the real source of reason and virtue within us, but who really knows?

[A.L.]

Maybe no one does truly know but maybe some do. Regardless, other's opinion wasn't the question. I desire to know what you think about "will" not a generalized answer stating you don't know. If I could be so bold in my inquiry...

[jcarlson33]

If there is a soul within us mine is certainly lost. I really am not sure of this one Duffy :) think of this poem as yet another contemplation.

[A.L.]

What makes you believe such a silly thing? I believed you to be more logical than this J