Stayed
up late,
Looking
at the ladder,
To
where it leads,
Anyone’s
guess’s as good as mine
A
swarm
Of
thoughts,
A
storm of
Hypersensitivity,
A
mass of volumes, of decrees—
Desolate
and scorn
That
drives me awake at night—
Been
thinking of that ladder
Deep
into the early hours—
To
where it goes,
Anyone’s
guess’s as good as mine
Drooping
bags, hanging low
Dimpled
skin,
Been
posing so long
As
depressions kin,
In
a poster world—
Composed,
of dregs, lepers and sommeliers
It’s
often hard to tell which is worse—
Yet
an interest in new horizons
Can
hurt the wrinkled cheek,
As
suddenly the unexpected
Smile
emerges from its sleep
It’s
times like these
I
get so scared,
And
really take the moment
To
ponder (in) decision,
Should
I sit and see this through?
Should
I ignore the signs and let it slip from view?
Or
should,
Should
I climb that ladder, and see where the last rung leads?
Where’s
it gonna take me to?
Well—anyone’s
guess’s as good as mine.
You can just feel the indecision as you read this. Well done!
ReplyDeleteNever really thought about a ladder like that, it can go up and down much like ones opinion or thought of the moment, as they change on a whim with most. What would happen if one goes up or one goes down. I guess the only way to know is to go out on the town. But remember curiosity killed the cat, yet satisfaction brought it back.
ReplyDeletevery intriguing... needs a sequel... :)
ReplyDeleteIt leads to heaven I think? The heaven within. And the heaven without. Love with no beginning and no end.
ReplyDeleteQuite a questioning poem. I can relate to the hypersensitivity thing. A poet's condition I guess.
Nice reflections...where does it lead to, is anyone's guess.
ReplyDeleteWishing you Happy New Year ~
Cheers ~
Interesting metaphor. Ladders do cause one to be curious. They tend to be there for a reason. Unlike stairs, installed or placed ladders aren't designed for casual exploration, rather they are usually there for a purpose - it's more of a work tool. It may or may not be there later, and what it leads to may or may not be accessible. Lots to wonder.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Fred.
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