LOSING FAITH IN ME
I am lost,
adrift in flight,
never knew the straightest way to move,
but I tried, every day,
to follow a continuing crumbling compass.
It is just the cost
of who I’ve been
gone bust,
the places I have been
turned to rust.
All are more than paid up memory to me
but now they’re mostly dissipated,
unrelated sepia photo’s fading.
Born high up in the rising wind cloud
of aging’s dust born from a mind gone dry.
It is flying there their brokenness crumbled them,
lightened them ‘nough to fly directionless—
with only tiny today bits o’ me.
I broke apart so long ago that—
now the fractured state of me feels orderly.
There is more direction in this place
than there is space to move;
here where I’ve found myself lost in.
I know I’ll settle back down, when the wind is done,
has finished blowing where it blew.
I’ll alight right back,
lost on different ground
I may or not have found before
had I not spent my life
losing the very strongest strength of me.
© M Durfee
© M Durfee
2.1.2015
Getting lost has its own lessons ~ If we are never lost, how would we know how to handle mistakes as we are always thinking we are right and so sure about the world ~ And even among the chaos and brokenness, there is calm and order ~
ReplyDeleteA mind examining the pieces after the fall. Great job.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is powerful, and you are a great teacher, Mark ... and I thank you ... so there ... Love u, cat.
ReplyDeleteWe break and remold, break and remold. Until we are all patchwork.
ReplyDeleteI broke apart so long ago that—
ReplyDeletenow the fractured state of me feels orderly.
wow, quite the lines...i think that in losing the strength of us
we are able to see other things in a humility that is good...
Perhaps you are trembling on a new brink?
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
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Wonderfully lyrical, even in your misery. I wish you well even as I enjoy.
ReplyDeleteYet another reason it sucks to be a poet: "a clear sky and no memories." But you have some kick-ass lines there.
ReplyDeleteYet another reason it sucks to be a poet: "a clear sky and no memories." But you have some kick-ass lines there.
ReplyDeleteSometimes being lost helps you find something amazing.
ReplyDeleteOy.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think my heart belongs to dada.
Paint the moustache on the Mona Lisa!
How many times did I try to make Mona drunk so I could have my way--only to get drunk myself. And feel like this.
It'll pass at the next cafe. Ho Don!
a walking man is a busy and serious man.
ReplyDeletepowerful post.
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awesome poetry.