“Just as philosophy begins with doubt, so also, a life that may be called human, begins with irony” — Kierkegaard
Still, flaxen lives, tend to engender same
Where poppy passions, enliven the game
Nature’s wild energy, seaside and field
Sweet change to apathy, borders and shame.
Soothing balm of diversifications
Indigo, sable imaginations
Rise up united with kind compassion
Winsome as one harks sad implications.
Betwixt utterance and its intention
Blossom dynamics, expands attention
Human life steadies, when mind enjoins heart
Seeds for soul? Contemplation on the ironic.
~ namasté, Leah J. 🕊
This poem is inspired by Sean’s wonderful Rubaiyat poem. Learning more about meter, rhythm and this vocabulary expanding form has been an interesting and enlightening experience!
© Leah J. Spence 2019, All Rights Reserved
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