Sashoyasant

[Demian]

Lotus leaves burned brown by time:
Amply my legs have run on past time and time again;
Many times possessed by the jaguar's soul,
many times fallen under the spellbound waves and
clawed my way back to you again.

My heart is open and falling back under this prespice
which is dark and foreboding like these temples
of mouldy stones and rotten wood.

But my heart is not stony despite the climb,
my spirit is tough and elastic like lime
that has chewed through a thousand temples and will
see the end of many more.

[TheFifthElement]

I very much enjoy your poems Demian, and this this is no exception. I love the metaphor of the ruinous temple against the human heart and spirit. These lines are particularly poinant:


my spirit is tough and elastic like lime
that has chewed through a thousand temples and will
see the end of many more.

There is so much strength in this poem though it's done in such a subtle way. And a sage message that although it may at times seem hopeless, all we can do is keep climbing. There's an art in achieving such depth with such apparent ease, which is what you have done here. Very impressive.

P.S. In the second stanza, should the last word be 'precipice'?

[Demian]

Thank you for the kind words. I have to admit that when I took another look at this poem I wasn't really satisfied with the first stanza. And you did have the correct spelling there. I submit a lot of posts without checking them. But I'm happy if you got something out of this poem.