Looking up at the sky, he tripped and fell.
Plummeting down the dried up well.
Twelve feet down.
Dark, dank, stinking.
Now, twice a day he looks up
To see
The noonday sun
And the midnight moon.
And, when it’s lit down there it’s bright.
Otherwise, very dark.
Sacrifice.
Sanctimony.
Symphony.
Sanctuary.
Sacred.
Scared.
Sacrilegious.
Religious.
A strangely swapping of places of an I and E,
at the maddened haberdasher’s tea party.
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Is being in the bottom of a well, our limited perceptions? The “swapping of places of an I and E,” the difference between religious and sacrilegious? And the last line is brilliant. The haberdasher is someone who sells clothes, which we swap/change everyday. And, yes, it is all a bit maddening.
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Thank ya, Bob. Yeah. You nailed it though I hadn’t intended anything while writing it. Was struck by a daydream of an old story. Do you know it? The one where deceaseds find themselves suddenly in a well, looking down to another well. A purgatory of sorts. They realize there are 2 choices:
1. Huddle in the filth of the well and wait, perhaps, indefinitely for help or clarity.
2. Jump down into the next well and see where it leads.
The allegory being: if you find yourself in purgatory, do you leap to finality? Presumably heaven or hell. Or, do you idle, deal with subtle misery and ambivalence, while seek clarity?
I’m not religious but always found the story a compelling philosophical dilemma.
Thanks for noticing the swapping of vowels. My favorite realization while writing.
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I am not familiar with that parable. But I’m glad you shared it. It really makes you think. I’ll be rolling that over in my head for awhile.
Thanks for sharing your poetry. I think it’s wonderful, and always takes a few reading to start to get the nuances.
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Thank you, kindly. I feel likewise about the way you utilize words. Glad you make and share.
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