Relief Poem by Ludvig Von Himmelstein

Relief

Rating: 4.5


Oh wondrous practitioners
Who ply the same trade
year in and out
And never tire
Would that I be
Cunning, subtle, and smooth
Crafty and ultimately purposeful
As you
But before I settle down
I move or am moved around
On to something new
And I no long kid myself
It is not in the cards
My fate to roam
And help ignite a new spark
Whose full fire
Will warm others, not me,
who maintain the fire
And grow it
Laboring over it as though
It be an eternal flame
while I’m being ushered
quietly out of the circus
tent’s back door and into
the coldest of nights,
wondering why and wherein lies
my next mission,
searching for it among the stars
and in the howl of the midnight wind
and in the faces of established craftsmen
but lest I deceive you
I am the nomad
and the chilling fresh air
at the circus tent’s back door
is my greatest relief
a catalyst should not
get consumed by the reaction
even if he at times entertains
wishful but false notions
that he is a necessary ingredient

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mini Dinesh 24 March 2008

..Excellent write that blends the poet and his inseparable entity..I am giving 9 votes...Please, be writing.

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