Vibrations Hum

introspective reflections on the travesties of literary pursuit

Deeply falling, low the vibration hums                           

hollow echoes of the fate to come  

thoughts plead vain through reasons tears

scratching claw the fingers near 

Eager hands stroke lonely's bone 

high sad point of passion known 

raise oneself upon a throne

without the doubters brutal stones

thrown by this hateful hand, my own

convictions certainty on loan

in the shadow of alone

Here the adherents gifts lay fallow

dormant till the challenge vies

with call of life's revival, rouses

urging the fallen-fly!

No commoners ride in a silver barrow

negotiate the path of narrow

twists and turns that every fellow

meets along the road to mellow,

then pray he survives the ride

emerge with more than selfish pride

To be the king of "popular tide"  

aloft with chosen people ride

aloof the lucky few who glide

while unknown, fallen others cry

in the chasm opened wide

By medias mavens of cynical light

choose who to honor or who to spite

stroke with laud or lash with chide

in one breath worship or belittle-snide

praise may gush or praise may trickle

critics harsh reviews so fickle

drawn in the raffle of style

where fads may revere or defile

While the contestants balk as they all try

the mirage of subterfuges wide

to deftly skirt or sagely stride

no matter what the compromise

into the winners circle ride

But when the favored pilgrims barrow 

fails the path so strangely narrow

daunt on ego's swollen tide 

from the self-made crux you slide

swear on fealty to rely

bring peace, delay from harrow

in the morning light, find pride

Pray I may sail in calmer waters

remain unsung, my craft to ply

unfettered by droll notoriety

with the common man to gather

in the impartial light of morning shine

leave reputation's pall behind

Escape once more popularity's tether

that my thoughts may secret lie

my muse lay hidden yet awhile

a solitary who defies

to brave the truth that hides

in the shadows of injured pride.

rikkevi rue copyright 2013

Author's Note

all thoughts, advices, conjecture or reviews welcome!

Reviews

[Sue Ellen Walker-Koenig]

This is an excellent "parable" of the pitfalls of ego and pride. The desire not to be that or become a slave to what it holds or to folly and fall from grace with inflated ego and pride. Yet in the end it lays at your feet, the truth of pride, like a thorn in the side that needs to be removed.
INTUITUS

[Rikkevi Rue]

yes, there is that view of it. This was crafted with a certain ambiguity which lends itself to multiple interpretations...some of it was about my own experiences and some about others, but I guess pretty much any aspiring writer could find something to relate to! Thanks for your input and your review!

[Poetry Road]

I love this! I don't usually enjoy rhyming poems but this is probably the best I've seen - it is a cut above while being deep. Lovely use of language and metaphor. A true gift.

[Rikkevi Rue]

glad you like it and I understand what you mean about rhyming...it gets old! But thank you. Hopefully I got this type thing out of my system, it is kind of exhausting to conjure up all those intricately counterbalanced phrasings! Lol!

[Poetry Road]

yes, it is and if not careful the rhyme can seem like a caricature.

[Rikkevi Rue]

well beauty and the beholder and all that!

[Matching Socks]

Whoa, you really went to great depths and lengths.
You're quite the thinker.

[Rikkevi Rue]

yea. i was up on some rope ladder to the moon looking at starlight and obviously got a little dazzled! But I was exploring a particular vein of writing and this was must where things were at. It is a sort of journey this poetry stuff...the effort to express self gets in the way of simply capturing the interesting facets of life! But thank you for looking and for your thoughts

[BlackRose]

Real deep and with that kind of emotion to try and escape that kind of one sided society and what they want us to follow. Excellent piece.

[Rikkevi Rue]

thank you Rose for your review! rikk

[BlackRose]

Your very welcome. BRose.

[Nusquam Esse]

Deeper than your average poem, and I really like you style. Normally seeing so many words resurface in lower stanzas would irritate me, feeling that the writer is intellectually lazy. But here it seems to flow, and more than that, it seems as though some sort of word play lurks below the surface of my understanding. A piece which is enigmatic, without losing a core meaning that many can follow; compelling us to read it again and again, looking for another meaning, another perspective. I am not much of a poet, so this makes me feel inadequate by comparison; wish I could give good advice, but my knowledge of poetry is not so vast.

[Rikkevi Rue]

the advice you give is quite fine. sometimes the ability to simply observe what you are looking at is a major asset, even though one isn't thoroughly educated on the subject. Your evaluation means something. Thank You

[Justine]

I don't know how I missed this, or other poems you have recently written and I checked in by chance. Pleased I did as I love this poem. Society and all the cliques are so fickle, yet we often "play" to their tune because it's expected. It takes guts to "do what you want" and go against the tide some times. I sense the rebel in your writing, to be independent, go your own way, but quietly, determined, without fuss. I especially like the final stanza "to brave the truth" - something so many, myself included, often evade. Loved this. Justine

[Rikkevi Rue]

you savvy exceptionally my clever! I lonely boat it is we oft sail literary circles waters...but to trade the beauty of the lonely wilds for the warmth of notoriety or the satisfaction of acclaim...a difficult choice to make! Perhaps less if one retained the recollection of earlier incarnations! ;-)

[Sue Ellen Walker-Koenig]

Agreed Rekkevi, the connection to past self is often obscured. Many times only dreams of the unconscious mind begins to allow only a shadow glimpse of...?! Then we wake. I think you`re on the right path, if that means anything.
INTUITUS

[Rikkevi Rue]

ah yes...my torch illuminates the shadows and behold! the trunks of a thousand trees herald the immensely imminent forrest...filled with a hundred million shadows! ;-) Thank you friend for your encouragement

[Sue Ellen Walker-Koenig]

Still, It is haunting, it is possible my initial feeling and interpretation upon reading this could be wrong.

[Joiedevivre]

at times disappointment and disillusionment evoke the the best qualities in our writing and this is really superb.

[Rikkevi Rue]

gracious thanks for kind words and understanding that goes deeper than the surface. You have that knack