The Chronicles of Ridicule

Trying to persevere in a cold, unrelenting world. Inspired by the movie, which is a metaphor of my reality.

 

I am Atlas.

Bearing

the

weight of the world

on chiseled shoulders -

proud and elevated

for all to behold.

 

Alas,

I am Sisyphus.

My world crumbles

in a rockslide.

I heft it again

onto weary shoulders �"

but stumble and fall

under endless burdens.

 

I am Yoga Man.

Curled

into a wooden ball,

the

weight of the world

on my sagging shoulders �"

face buried in hands

praying,

(sobbing)

and laughing.

 

At last,

I am Icarus.

Bursting

from bondage with

renewed effort,

soaring

beyond the

tether of my afflictions.

 

Wings

bursting aflame!

I

hurtle

toward earth,

denied by the Sun.

 

Falling...

back into

my familiar darkness,

vision polished clear

as

[compressed]

pain

reappears.

 

I am Furyan.

 

Author's Note

The statue I referred to as Yoga Man, which is what it was called when I was younger, is now more commonly known as a Weeping Buddha. I changed the poem's picture to help clarify for readers who have never seen one.

Reviews

[yinseriv]

Michael again some mighty fine work. The images worked well presented as you did. The words tumbled me to the very end.