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The Wall "'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to under stand!' (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) 'Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas -- only I don't exactly know what they are!'" From the poem "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll At some point during my everyday freefall "Through the looking glass," a sudden Wayward wind flipped me horizontal. Sent me smashing headlong into thick, brick wall. Soon awakening I discovered myself, not in shards, But badly broken, as were many of the others. All of us shuddered, a bit shattered by self-realization. Scattered about us were our wit and confidence Like pieces of a giant morbid puzzle, Or a fallen house of cards. The past had met the future in the present And the jumbled mess it made was what Had been there all the time, unseen. I had more questions, now, than answers. A passing rabbit's words of wisdom, "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late," echoed With an ominous, hollow ring Until one lone fallen brick began to sing. One by one other bricks joined in the chorus Swelling the sound to highly uproarious. I felt warm, engulfed with a sense of belonging. A smile crept silently in unison over these souls; For as they joined together, parts became wholes. And once reassembled, the wall became wisdom. Wisdom standing solemnly, patiently waiting For the next barrage of innocents. |
Additional Notes:
This one may have an oxymoron or two in it....I was in a rather strange mood for writing...another free verse attempt,but I felt myself begin to revert back to rhyming...Oh, woe is me!!!...........drenda
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