Cognitive Reliability

[vagantes]

The strangeness of things not known, yet real.

On the shore a young man in a red cloak.
Seized by pirates they sailed off with him,
But the ropes dropped from his body
And there was a sudden wind filling the sails;
The fragrance of wine filled the air;
Heavily scented like the softest rose.
The young man changed into a lion
Terrible in his wrath and killing those around.
The god slept with her at the mouth of the river,
His hands opened her clothes and the water,
Darkly shining, hung over them as they lay.

"Certum est", said Tertullian, "quia impossible".
It is certain because it is impossible.
Explain it how you will
The facts are not disputable.

[BookBeauty]

I don't necessarily understand the symbolism, but there's a lot of contrasting elements.

'Heavily scented like the softest rose.' Hit me hard and woke me up in the middle of the poem. I had to stop, reread, and keep going. I'm not sure if that's a good, or bad thing, but I think I liked it. This wasn't just a casual read. :)

I appreciate your poem. :)

[vagantes]

I'm glad that image struck you as the most powerful.

[Buh4Bee]

Hey! I really liked this poem too. I have read a few of yours, but never had the right words to reply.

Here are some thoughts:
The perceptions of the mind are never reliable.

Is your Tertullian the early Christian writer who wrote about the trinity? (Quick google search)

The myth of the god turning into a lion is fantastical. Can this really be so in terms of fact? Nothing is so, but people believe in religion because it makes sense. Facts are not based on myth. Yet, myth becomes fact and therefore makes the impossible become true.

[Buh4Bee]

One other idea- as far as this writing style, this poem is more effective as a poem than Evil.

[vagantes]

I believe there is a mystery in belief systems which I am trying to suggestin the poem.

[Buh4Bee]

Fine, you just said it more clearly than me.