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The Stripling
by Mark Maxey
day after day I would expect the gift
as a beggar would salivate at a morsel of food
it was mine, heaven on earth, the crowning jewel
each morning I would awake
and secretly look within for what was due
was belated
the aspirations lofty in a firmament of nebulous sighs
drifted in and out of my reality as I held back
what seemed to be exalted grandiose ideals
a journey that would lead to worldly adventures
I had read of others that took this journey
how I yearned for my chance at my chance
ambitions of gallant heroic sequences
which would lead me to my elusive goal
It was as though I was on a treasure hunt
except there was no map
no instructions
so I was caught in my own paradox
was I ready for this gift?
what would this gift bring me?
was I equal too for this magnitude?
this enigma of my own spun cocoon continued....for days....weeks....months
my solitary tactile sensation made me the ostracized
submerged inner venerations did not assist
nor delay, nor hurry, just nothing
I was truly alone
to wait
the introductions to my becoming
what I did not know
but I did know
I had a gift that was waiting for me
somewhere....and soon....
my passage awaited for the curtain to rise
upon my dawning
12/08/2007 Posted on 12/09/2007
Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/09/07 at 03:31 AM Refreshingly different style...expression here that carries a powerful punch. Ever part contributes to the whole effectively, the mark of a great poem. |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 12/10/07 at 04:39 AM Mark ~ This says so much. I really liked the way you left it open so that this gift you speak of can be special to each of us. Thank you my friend for sharing this. :) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/18/08 at 02:04 AM A philosophical/psychological mix. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/01/12 at 02:58 PM fresh and interesting flow to this very original and fascinating introspection |
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