Warmth of Myth
I leaned against the warmth of myth
but history and reason cooled me down,
led me away from ancient tales
recited in ancient huts and barren fields.
Myths, pleasing and consoling,
heated the walls of my icy soul
gave aid and comfort to
my low beating heart,
old stories drifting through time
over time, twisted, listing
toward a false fire stoked
to distorted heights by
ascetics, diviners, heretics and
modern grifters.
What is it that we fear?
What is it makes us so quarrelsome, so ready to harm
and kill?
Is it that blackness on the other side –
the quiet, the nothingness, the non-existence?
Knowing that there will be no more sunrises,
no more love and affection
no more work to do
no more goals to reach
that the world will go on
without us, without us.
And is there nothing at all,
the gods we made up not there
no heaven, no hell, no thing?
Is all this why we are so quarrelsome,
so ready to harm and kill?
Born from nothing, out of the dark,
to this brief glimpse of precious light, and
back into the dark?
Is it just a cruel hoax, the great irony of being?
Perhaps it really is as simple as:
“It is what it is.”
Dark to light to dark,
unknowing to knowing to unknowing again.
Is it just the end we fear or the
fear of the end?
What is it that we fear?
There’s an empty feeling when
autumn becomes winter, when
sharp, chill winds scatter
dead leaves across cold ground.
There’s a sense of loss then,
loss of warmth, of hope for
one more spring
one more sunrise
a feeling of well-being
a chance to feel right
to belong, to celebrate
joy, community, memory,
to love, to care, to matter,
to simply be.
J. B. Hogan has published over 300 stories and poems and eleven books, including Bar Harbor, Bounty Riders, Time and Time Again, Mexican Skies, Tin Hollow, Living Behind Time, Losing Cotton, The Rubicon, Fallen, The Apostate, and Angels in the Ozarks (nonfiction, local professional baseball history). He lives in Fayetteville, Arkansas.
Excelente poetry.
ReplyDeleteI would love to see more of this author. His poetry bypasses our fleshy exteriors, going straight to the heart!
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