Breathless Traveller

on a journey
that is no journey
from a beginning that is the end
that is known before it is said
because birth itself is a mortal wound
a journey
that winds its way
to a destination
that is no destination
just an end that you cannot perceive
a beginning that you will never see
after years of travel
carrying the burden
of living a life
a life that is no life
a life that is the end
seeping its way to the beginning
because birth itself is a mortal wound
and yet there are detours
little turn-offs that you choose
through choices that aren’t choices
little exits where you can breathe
and the journey pauses
and the destination is lost
and birth forgets
and death dies
and the life that is no life
can live
for a moment
for a moment that is no moment
but an entire lifetime
in a detour that isn’t a detour
that is the journey
that is the destination
that is the burden
that is life
because otherwise
the beginning is the end
and birth is just a mortal wound.

Posted in Poets Unitedย -theย prompt was “Captivity”.

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24 thoughts on “Breathless Traveller

  1. Interesting idea–life itself a captivity. I like that there are:
    little exits where you can breathe
    and the journey pauses
    and the destination is lost
    and birth forgets
    and death dies”
    The cadance of this poem is ironically appealing.

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  2. Of course it is but we cannot live our lives being so defeatist. We have no idea how much time we have and so must make the most of it. I am not sure we will get a second go!

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    1. Thanks for your comment Jae Rose. Was unable to comment on your blog using OpenID or wordpress. I liked your poem very much…I think much as we all struggle with our demons, to articulate it so beautifully requires skill and confidence. It was quite gripping.

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  3. I can only say wow!!!!!!!!….you’ve shown so brilliantly that nativity is captivity itself..everything is predestined as it were…the words and thoughts are so apt hammering all through…wowzers!!

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  4. Oh, it’s good that we can have ‘ detours’ and pause sometimes, to exhale and inhale again move forward…until it’s end/no end but new beginning… I’m with you, friend ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. “birth, the mortal wound.” and if I cannot bleed, can I live? if I have no pain, can I have joy? and if both exist, what do I choose to focus on? Yes, I’d rather stare at happiness but sometimes I wallow in despair. Still, I have m dreams…thanks for stirring the stew in my mind.

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    1. Thank you Tio. I completely relate to your what you said- would rather stare at happiness but sometimes need to wallow in despair! It’s finding the balance that’s key! More power to you!

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  6. A complex poem examining an existence and the amount of control we have in fashioning it. Thus the importance of having a philosophy to survive it and make it as agreeable as possible:)

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