Paradox II
Paradox II
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@d-pend
Paradox II:
[The world shuts its eyes.]
Satisfaction of frame gi'en flesh
pales obscene 'neath vile stars,
who bid the tender flame still fresh
consume its seeds unscarred.
For ideas born must die disgraced
while thoughts unhad bright loom.
So quiet, soft to sleep, my darling—
pray thou never bloom.
by @d-pend
1/5/19
You try too hard, so hard that your poetry means nothing.
Incredible tiny rainbow! Perfect match for poem
Your photography is as much appreciated as much so that you do so good photography. Rainbow so many colorful flowers.
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This paradox is a little cruel, but true. It is something like that, the greater the loving surrender of nature, the less recognition of its greatness on the part of humanity. There is so much beauty in any broken ray of light in the spectrum and we don't even see it unless it is an unnatural event that frightens or admires greatly. We have become hunters of the strange, the eschatological, the uncommon and we reject the magnificence of the daily deliveries, of the small continuous miracles that are given at every step that we take, of the pure and unconditional Love that the natural world gives us and does not ask us for anything but a little attention in return.
I see in your words much light, something like that: The Light blesses us and allows us to regenerate ourselves daily, let us take advantage of it, let us go out to life.
Very good images! Greetings my friend!
If you try too hard then it would be better to do something else with your time. However what I can gather so far is that you are making life observations from your daily walk around the neighborhood. I wouldn't say you are trying too hard. The writing comes naturally to you and the paradox has always been turning in your mind. Of course it would be easier to down a scotch and forget about it.
As far as "means nothing" I find this statement more interesting. What is the meaning of a flower in the desert or a seed in the dirt? What is the meaning of frost in the morning and leaves on the ground? What is the meaning of a rainbow turned upside down?
The paradox makes no sense because fire as we know cannot consume a seed and leave it unscarred. And why is it that
So many ideas go through the human mind. What is the difference between a sociopath and the average Joe is what seeds do grow. It would be better if some ideas never came to bloom.
What I want to do I do not do, but what I do not want to do, this is what I do.
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I like it. It's both restful and solemn.
Dear @d-pend sir!
Nature's nature is its own beautiful and attractive until it gives rise to disruptive trends. Nature provides everything for consumption but man himself is making it his enemy. Your paradox photo gallery is grand.
This poem reminds me of beings whose life cycles are too short/brief. A mayfly, for instance, comes out of its nymph state basically to reproduce and die within 24 hours.
More than a paradox I perceive a certain cynicism about not doing what must be done for fear of exposure or scrutiny; not drinking a precious aged whiskey to brag some more about having it (so expensive, so exclusive, why waste it?); not playing with the fancy toy for fear of breaking it or wearing it down.
I think that there are many areas in our lives where we fall into this trap.
With ideas is even more complicated and graver.
Nothing annoyed me more after a faculty meeting than hearing colleagues complain about something that was said, but they did not utter a word for fear of... whothehellknowswhat!
In any case, I can see it only as ironic that ideas die disgraced. True most ideas follow a cycle of rejection-reconsideration-acceptance-improvement/replacement and sometimes even oblivion. Or they may start with acceptance and then move all the way to rejection. But not all ideas die disgraced in the same way not all human beings die disgraced. Neither do all “thoughts unhad” loom. If they have not been conceived, entertained, had, they may never exist. I can see the irony in the fact that by not existing they have (?) the potential to exist, like the child with certain features who has not been born, and may be born any time (?).
The final lines of the poem also gave me a disturbing image, one I think all parents have had, regarding the fear or obsession with keeping their daughters as sweet babies who must never grow or bloom, lest they become mere flesh for vile predators to consume.