The ignorant is sure,
the wise lives in doubts,
the simple doesn't even cogitates...
Heaven is both above and below our feet, so vividly recall that ground likes feeling your knees and breeze likes spinning your hair. By Poet
cogitates on rousing heaves my treasure
glorious sunrise becomes murky to pink
as the sun sets the sky turns gold
my brooding nearness to daisies and cellos
a rainbow arched across far wing amid rain and sun
overcast gloomy and sluggish
the gist of the nature mesmerism
detected illusions covered quietly
blooms of the wilderness in the woods
cognitive murkiness that dims fanciful notion my treasure.
Written: March 6, 2022
1st Place contest winner
Form I - Imagism - New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
My poor heart aches as my mind cogitates
upon the deep desires of my dark soul,
and searching for profound truths that can be
expressed in mystic subtle syllables.
Alas such thoughts come at the worst of times.
I dream of them, elusive to extreme.
I wake and these abstractions spiral up
into nothingness of infinity,
ethereal concepts lost into space,
misty spectral reveries, brown studies
of doubtful natures, devious musings
of negligible earthly happenings.
All lost, unattainable conceptions,
leaving me spiritless limp and listless,
a ramekin of moronic despair,
riding a foamy crest of frustration.
Until my looking glass is tinted rose,
the black clouds break and faith is reassured.
Then I shall take up my pen and paper
and scribble all my endless worthless thoughts.
Alas that holy day is still to be.
I
Epistle to Timothy, the Second written by Paul
Two: twenty-two, for two ways to hear him, too
"So flee youthful passions and pursue righteousness, faith, love,
[A]nd peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart"
II
If 2,000 years ago, Paul advised I flee erstwhile passion
Could he still be right for that many years?
When I have managed a pure body (in college and post-divorce)
I have had peace, health, loneliness, and spiritual insight (powers?)
III
Thank you Holy Spirit that I cannot preach my life's lies
If I can't obey it, I won't preach it (unless first to confess to Timothies)
But how will a youth "flee youthful passions," soul cogitates?
At 60 would I qualify for youthful passions (or is it "Fallen Nature"?)
IV
Paul is loved and hated; I don't always understand his epistles
Even when I joke that I may mix up my epistles and apostles
Paul did say (I do repent in exposing) : A woman must be quiet in Church
But not in this chapter, Hosanna! A pure heart is a lie, Jeremy* said.
NOTE: Jeremy is used for Prophet Jeremiah (Chapter 17:9): "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can understand it."