Crossroads
At the end of this road of sixty years
the waymeet
deploys itself as a crossroads
I find void of sign posts,
but in all directions the way on
is a labyrinth.
Mired at the threshold
I find a dusty cloak and know
I dropped it there at birth ā
leaving it unneeded after a former life,
when I bound myself to him
I called my father.
That labyrinth I will leave well alone,
having wandered through the years past.
On the other hand a second one spreads out,
all lush and green, fruits luring me with
my motherās self, demanding a choice NOW!
or else I am like my father,
but I will not choose between two worlds
that were never mine to roam.
Sounds well up from ahead,
as water will pass a dykeās roots.
These sounds flare up like a geyser,
its drops words hot on my skin,
hurting by their truths ā
deeply hidden from my heart.
I know I must find my way back
to the centre of the third maze,
for there my heart will find yours
once more
for it is where I
belongā¦
Ā
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Crazy good. Established poem filled with strength and stories. I enjoyed this one a lot. Peace and smiles John! Your friend, The Fish of the SeaĀ
Thank you, the result of a lot of rethinking during Xmas holidays - it's been hard work (also somewhat creepy: I found out that my grandfather on my father's side was not the first called Jan, there had been an earlier child by that name who died at the age of 1,5 years on the date that 73 years later became my date of birth (23-03-1887 and 23-03-1960). Just before that we found the horoscope for my great grandmother and I got a cold heart from seeing it - as if something said: Oh no, that woman againš±š¤£š (You shouls know: my wife is an astrologer, among other witchy things...)
Anyways, I found a way forward on the cross roads. The pic we took at Schwƶrstadt in Southern Germany. It is all that is left of a prehistorical burial mound with a aperture for the soul to find its way up to the Gods - probably some 5,000 years old...
Great writeĀ
Thank you - I love it when I manage to put a lot of hard family work in words that make sense to other people. It's my calling: Poetry over Priesthood
This is STUNNINGLY engrossing and captivatingly beautiful for anyone with similar life experience.....and I (Unfortunately and/or fortunately) am one of those people....I recently found out about a new half-brother and and two new half-sisters whom I have yet to meet....but I have been speaking with my new brother on the phone and our life-stories are so similar that it makes me cry!!....an awesome write dear poet-brother and I am OH SO HAPPY for you...depending upon just how you would like me to feel (smiles).......PINNED for perfection!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xoĀ : )
hi, Tony, I am so awed I managed to truly share this life experience. I am sorry for your past. In my case I am lucky I cannot find new half-brothers/-sisters - both my parents remarried only once. My father brought a halfsister to my life, my stepfrather brought 8 f******* up children with him from disfunctional background when I was 11 (two heavily on heroin at that time - 1 clean now and the other od'ed in 2007 or so and his son committed suicide in 1998 at the age of tywenty, one other stepsister at the age of 48). I do no see my stepfamily except for the now clean one as I sometimes to tax work for him and his wife. My father passed away early 2014 and since then I begin to have some form of real contact with my stepmother (my one true brother broke up with her and my halfsister). Her and halfsister I see about three times a year and we speak on the phone every other two to three weeks (even though they live within 20 kilometres). It must have been a shock to find a new half halfbrother - sounds like it has happened to you a few times before. Must be real weird. Hope you can become friends of sorts. Wish you all the best and all the luck!