douglas scotney

Gold Star - 5,052 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

.............Working Title - Poem by douglas scotney

Whatever we are the soul of
That we can never see.
Whatever we of the soul are
Soul can't see equally.

Above and below
No soul can know
What floats upon its sea
Or, with or without the flotsam,
That soul will always be.


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  • Rookie - 402 Points Danny Draper (4/28/2012 8:57:00 AM)

    Existentialism. We can not know us as we seek to know. We may seek us and only slowly grow and devulge as we know and expose ourselves and our private places are laid bare, so we may infer self knowledge with the delusion of understanding and care. But we as carnal victims, primal and base are slave unto the lesser, and cannot but aspire to ascend. Distant descendants may sport and perpetuate, as incremental or accidental variation amends. Flow to grow, to hope to know, project without contemporaries condoned by conservatives confounding anachronistic euphemisms to see and be. We are and always will be, we do not resign, and offer no measure. Extricate ourselves from finite days and breathe an essence unto anticipated pleasure. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2012



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