A Peaceful Truth

Floating on an ancient God,
My heart thumps; I tremble
With fear and hope overwhelming:
The hope for a moment to freeze,
The fear of time stopping suddenly.

In living over God
For a tiny particle of History
I wonder which of the two
Is real, which true.
Hope over fear prevails!

Under the moon's sun
God glitters painfully,
Neither poor, nor rich,
Just simply, silently,
Humbly disguised.

Shaking below pounding feet,
A long lost God is drowned
In the loud sky,
The silver music,
And a reality made of gold.

What truth do we all hold,
But the ambiguity
Of our ignorance:
For we, the new gods,
Do not rest in peace!

24/3/1999

This is something I wrote long ago.Can you make any sense out of it? I still wonder!
p.s. background info: over the nile in a pharoh boat, dinner, strangers for company and a belly dancer.

Zowie!
you asked, "can you make any sense out of it?" Hell yah! it's a fantastic piece KQ. each stanza is strong but the last two lines of the last stanza brings it home extremely well! thank you for sharing.

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. (Aristotle)

K.Q. I really liked this part:

What truth do we all hold,
But the ambiguity
Of our ignorance:


Les

Before I read the name of the author, I thought:
original

then I read your name: K.Q. and I thought:
of course.

so rich complex and yet not complicated by its intricacies

the god who hides


and belly dancers in the background, yes!

Peter

Thanks Les, for reviving this one! I appreciate it.

Thanks for reading , Peter. The "pounding feet" are those of the dancer, the god is the Nile, and it all sounded like ritual! Well, this one was written on a napkin before being printed. I am glad you enjoyed.

I still really like this one,KQ; in my mind I can hear tribal drums beating out the tempo, very cool.

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. (Aristotle)

Before I read the other posts, I was thinking there was an opposition (fear and hope) much like Lennon's, The Dead Leaves Eternal. Then throw in the beauty and peacefulness of "nature" as in Les's poem, but more like contrasting material things, or concrete realities, that we can get so caught up in vs. the spiritual side where all is peaceful and there is no matter about quantifying anything. And as a people, we know just enough to worry ourselves over the fact that we can't "rest" or possibly know the full scope of the matter while we are still alive.

Then I find out it's ritualistic and laugh at myself. Anyway, nice poem.

Marty

Thanks Gwyn! I apreciate it.

Mart, I really enjoy reading your reading into my poems. You touch upon much that is true! Thanks for reading.