A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

I believe life is a riddle that at times can be revealed as a joke. But at whose expense?


(Malady of Life)


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

I am alive
A concept individualized 

Fleeting by laws of universe
An ember of spark dispersed 

I live, I love, I hope, I dream
Existing within these progressive extremes 

Nascent nature; pretentious purpose
Elusive aspirations which obsesses 

Haunted by the echoes of deep regret 
trapped in a mind of regressive intent

I move through illusions of reality 
Wandering ghosts of physicality 

Inert to the whims of omniscience
Consumed to the point of relevance 

What is determinative of success
When bound by the moments we soon forget 

I live for but a second in time
A prisoner trapped in a life of ryhme 

© 2022 Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

Author's Note

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
My muse Cate sat across from me staring with great intent in my direction. It was truly unnerving, and after quite a few moments I asked her, "What are you looking at?". And with indomitable wit she replied, "At nothing." Ouch, that cut me deep. To love her is to hate her, but not from Admiration and envy. She knows me much better than I know myself. Literally. Feel free to comment, troll, or say hello. And as always thank you for stopping by.

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The author is a great thinker asking pertenint questions, trying to find answers within and without. To solve those riddles of life takes lots of insights and wisdom. Many sages, philosophers tried to do that. It is like we want to find that one key, one recipe for all.
Excellent food for thought Carlos of Cali.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much for your kind words Sami. I really appreciate it. Art exists because we dare to d.. read more
Sami Khalil

2 Weeks Ago

I love it. Can't agree more. You are welcome dear Carlos of great Cali.
I think the line "elusive aspirations which obsesses" should either be (elusive aspirations which obsess) or ( elusive aspiration which obsesses) for obvious reasons of syntax. I like the thought behind the piece. H.L. Mencken once said the Creator was a comedienne performing to an audience afraid to laugh. The quote is often misattributed to Voltaire. I like the questions posed in the piece. "What is determinative of success...etc." Sometimes the world remembers whether we think it may or not. Lincoln said, "The world will little note nor long remember what we say here..." in his most famous speech. He turned out to be greatly mistaken. If the nature is newborn and pretentious already, does that contribute perhaps to the aspirations being elusive? If so, perhaps a more dedicated and centralized effort might produce more favorable results. Life and time are fleeting; being partners with us in the temporary, but the universe is in entropy they say. It might be easy to feel insignificant if so much were not our responsibility and duty. But we certainly have those to fulfill, regardless of our station. An interesting write, I enjoyed the read. F.

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Fabian for sharing your always illuminating insightful thoughts with me, which I greatly a.. read more
I really like your choice of words. You always keep my vocabulary in check, which I thank you for. And your manner of writing under this topic is fitting and made the poem even more enjoyable to read. Always enjoy reading your conversations with Cate. Tyfs

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Cyprian for taking the time to comment and share your kind thoughts. Cate is quite a spir.. read more
Cyprian Van Dyke

2 Weeks Ago

Well said, Carlos.
You're most welcome. Always enjoy reading your work.

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Added on May 7, 2022
Last Updated on May 7, 2022
Tags: Philosophy


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

salinas , CA

If I can say something worth saying that makes just one person think about others...I'll try. The greatest storyteller was my grandmother. I miss her stories. more..