The stratagems of Time 

swallow the parables

needed to survive, 

so the liminal moments

carrying all the portent,

require learning anew, 

a lion's share 

of both truth and dare

to deploy when caught

between Scylla and Charybdis, 

and sanity seems but 

a stowaway on the ship

of madness; when

ignorance really could

have been bliss, but

to choose it wilfully

would solely foreshadow

that aftertaste of sin. 

◄ Disregarded

Crumbling ►


Holden Moncrieff

Sat 15th Jan 2022 02:07

Thank you so much for the kind words, Keith, they really are a source of encouragement! 😊

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keith jeffries

Fri 14th Jan 2022 08:59

Holden, this poem really caught my attention as your use of the language cleverly describes a message which is to be pondered on. "sanity seems but a stowaway on a ship, when ignorance could have been bliss", puts so much of life into perspective. A poem which needs to read several times for its import to be fully grasped.
Thank you for this

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