"Learning" from On Seeking The Way
from “On Seeking the Way” VI
is the hearts of maidens not yet wrung
nor pierced by arrows of fallen chance
but lies in wait to the failures of design
and there remains
without foresight yet of paying no mind
to attrition of the heart.
Am I not the timeless fortitude left dangling
within expensively tailored suits, or the curling iron
left to adorn and mask the courtesans years,
like beads and paint
ornamenting the many hidden parlors and contentions.
I ride my victories on old and weathered rails
and long for the gilded stallion.
not of fallen pride, when a well turned thigh
renews my will, and brings me again to my more common senses
blanketing my stagnant ride with illusions
which pacify my dreams
and entice the lustful cravings I own and entertain
when all those about me follow in accord
and chance their own
moving pageantry past their fences too.
Would there be less in my grieving were the fence makers
and kept from their rueful task of sustaining my ploy,
leaving me to straddle yet another spurious steed?
I want the heart to take me, in its own silent domain
and know the sustenance of life
without the trained and wary eye.
Were I to descend this tranquilizing perch
and wander the many paths of life,
I would come to know the other world
and the fertile pastures of the stallion.
This poem begins a sort of shift in the focus on the things that moved me to write poetry. The meter and style also began to change in some ways. This poem questions the very value we place upon things in society, by their visual appeal to material and social value. Very fertile ground for poetic pursuits. This poem also began more sophisticated attempts of expressing what I was attempting to put to paper.
The idea for sophistication was not witty lines or words one needed to look up, but expressions which cut to the heart of things in a metaphorical way. Metaphor is lifeblood of the poet. This poem is also one of the few that was edited and altered some time after its writing, from input and offered advice from another poet I knew of the time. A woman of keen insight and poetic skill. I thank her for that well advised revisal to a weaker piece of work. Sad for me is the loss of her name due to the many years hence this exchange.