Glopowrimo 28
(2) Take a line or two from your favourite work and write a poem of your own continuing from there. After you finish the poem, rewrite the opening lines on your own.
For in and out, above, about, below,
Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
Omar Khayyam
"....For in and out, above, about, below,
Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go..."
Our parents strangers and birth but a dream
A forced descent as we arrive with a scream,
Life a controlled trajectory around the sun
Glued to Earth, the vale of tearful streams
Caged and aged by gravity, our eyes
Turn their gaze
Oh to be free of Time's tyranny in an infinite space,
Duties and responsibilities tasks and travails
Earth is a hard relentless place.
Trapped in a globe with opaque skies
Our dreams portend blind reality's lies
We are fish in a stagnant bowl
Round and round we. swim but no shore espy.
The mind seeks answers the heart holds hope
Towards truth we ever blindly grope
Alas today's truth is but tomorrow's lie
Divine purpose beyond our narrow human scope.
Oh to travel close to the speed of light
In a nanosecond see day change to night
To connect the farthest points of emptiness
To know tis all but a cunning trick of sight.
For...in and out....above...about...below
Blindsided by daylight's dazzling show
Played in an universe which outraces light
No Meaning, No Salvation, no Creator takes our bow.
(c) Amrita Valan 2018
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