O.K.! So it's been a little while since my last posting. I have been generally very busy and just too tired in the last few weekends to have the patience for a post. I have, however, been a busy little bee with my writing. In the past few weeks I have come up with three or four solid poems that I actually kind of like. Stress tends to help with that. Today, I present a simple poem with far reaching implications. Please enjoy.
Deep
She smiles from the greatest heights
And cries herself to sleep at night
He jumps with joy and unmatched charm
And puts the blade into his arm
He writes and writes for other's glee
And thinks such thoughts to fill the sea
Under his fist she sits quiet
Yet in her mind stirs a riot
For some man's cause he is a pawn
But to great things his mind is drawn
Although she governs that small child
Her heart it rages free and wild
So long ago within that cave
He wonders how his soul to save
Those two of old sat in the dirt
Considering a world with hurt
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The poem works on this thesis: "Everyone is deep, and everyone has always been deep."
The first three couplets refer simply to how people may seem shallow they always have deep thoughts going on in private. The Fourth couplet is a woman under the burden of an oppressive husband, she is forced to be be silent, but in her mind things are still raging wild. The fifth is referring to a foot soldier in a war, discussing how just because he is a pawn, does not indicate that he is somehow inferior in his thinking. The sixth is a reference to Jane Eyre, one of my favorite books. The seventh hearkens back to a cave man, who sits and considers his unworthy state as a sinner and how he might be saved. And finally, the last couplet refers to Adam and Eve, having just been thrust from the garden, as they are thinking over the implications of a broken world.
I don't think that man is any wiser than they have ever been. If anything we have gotten worse. Everyone is deep, and everyone has always been deep.
