Thursday, November 11, 2010

Deconstructing Legend--poem

What happened to the legendary strength?
Was "legendary" mythological when transformed into

I don’t understand how hindsight is seeing
when blinders have been fastened tight while walking,
crawling through the mire of today, then
then the next couple of days
(or was it weeks? months?)

and it all blurs, it all smudges
onto the canvas of what tomorrow was
supposed to look like
eons ago
or was it just yesterday?

What’s so legendary
about forgetting what day or moment
or unit of time
marks the transition from ok
to “not so much?”

What is the legend behind
surviving dying when
he left me behind
and yet I’m behind
on the 3D hamster wheel in the centre of my
picture of what today and tomorrow and all the years ahead
are supposed to look like?

The two don’t mesh, do they—
the wheel and the picture,
the death and the survival
the legend and the fall
the divide of her
and me—who I used to be,
all the love in my life can’t seem to waken
all the love dead, in my stomach,
unmoving and unliving,
waiting for her to return
to smash away the blinders, the smudgy background—
turn my eyes to the fore of
tomorrow’s sight
to a new story of who the survivor
could be.

1 comment:

Brig said...

This literally knocked my socks off...literally! So as I'm laying here, barefoot with tears streaming down, all I can think of is how much I would do anything to show you the picture of tomorrow that I've always seen and smiled at. You should see the woman in it: she does not even know her own strength, nor does she feel it when she climbs over a mountain that others run from in fear. She just feels as though she is running on the spot. I wish she felt how far she was from this rodent she associates herself with...and recognized the fact that she's soaring above everything, brightening everyone's life like an angel. Though it is tempting to be one with that little girl from yesterday, look in the mirror: the proof of this so-called myth of strength is all right there. So there's no need to stare at that picture of yesterday, because it will always be connected by the heart once beating in the child, but now pumping in this dazzling woman. So put it down, and come see tomorrow's picture of you that I'm looking at...have you ever seen anything more beautiful?? I haven't. I love you with all my heart best friend. I thank the heavens every day that you are a survivor...otherwise the picture of my tomorrow would vanish. Infinity and one forever.