Poem -
Hubris
as a boy
barefoot,
i could step,
one step, left
or right to
holy places.
day or night,
by heaven sent,
the light
and holy were
ever close,
and present.
once shod,
once proud,
i could leap,
day or night,
far and free
beyond the light,
beyond the holy,
and left or right,
lights new and many,
shown sure as i,
in all their glory.
yet, those lights in
time went dark.
and now i crave the
barefoot’s sight,
the single light, but
left or right is just
the dark. i cannot see,
the lights i loved, so
bright and mine,
have at the last,
betrayed me.
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Hello Mark, I like the sense of journey this poem brings to the reader. There is a self discovery journey happening. Life can distract us with its bells and whistles. Which I felt here. Then that sudden sense of feeling lost. I thought the short lines in this piece helped create that feeling of traveling. A physical journey for the reader and a mindful one alsoÂ
nicely pennedÂ
Gwen x
This is deep! Hubris, I think, means self confidence but I think this goes even deeper! I feel mental health is integral to this. I enjoyed the read and pinned to read again and re read xÂ
thank you very much for giving it a read
this is what i was thinkingÂ
hubris is pride beyond reason, pride without purpose. Icarus buoyed by pride in his accomplishment, flew too close to the sun
a barefoot boy is of nature, one with nature, not capable of evil or sin, innocent, when a boy grows into a man, experiences life, indulges himself in the things of the world he may come to believe that his success is the result solely of his own doing, and that pleasures and the accolades of others are the purpose or validation of a life well lived.
as that man ages or fall from the heights or is by some fate brought down, he learns that the accolades he earned, the pleasures he enjoyed, the money he holds or the things he owns will not sustain him or his soul .. maybe his friends have left him, his fame shattered, his wealth squandered
he is lost, he remember and yearns for the days of innocence, that state of grace, question is, will he humble himself now and in so doing, find faith, redeem himself, if not, madness is sure a possibility:)
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Been there & done the self same things .. a great poem, straight down the line .. no frills or nonsense just bloomin good poetry ..
Oh' n for what its worth, hubris is one of my favourite words ..Â
Neville, I agree. truly it is an ancient word that has never lost its relevance in any time or age. I don't think I ever came so close to the sun or the depths of its attendant regrets but I have not been immune to it's siren call....Â
Glad you enjoyed it, can't seem to stop editing it here.... i need more self control before I post:)
Mark.you are a beautiful writer...I have seen truth and stark beauty in so many of your works. I relate so deeply to these words ...to be again the egg.... before the shell cracked...hugs X