Masochistic Perceptions, Trials and Truths

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Friday, November 28, 2008


The Light in Grey

Beneath concrete skies,
wary eyes wantingly pass over
decaying facades of huddled homes
once lively with boundless dreams,
where leaves dropped one Autumn,
never to re-bud
like a heart shrivelled by betrayal's
corrosive, bitter exhalation,
feelings forsaken forever,
rheumatic cracks in asphalt
swallow tawny stalks of drying weeds
brittle, like a serpent swallowing something
twice its size.
This is where childhood began all things,
hope constructed, renovated then
abandoned when realising that
this is not the rabbit-eared reality television
proposed verbosely through metallic rods
and grey-white snow
the American dream;
barbed memories of
the true past re-visit,
blinding from future that never came.
Alone, beneath concrete skies,
weary eyes wait, smelling smoky
hints that a
last candle may continue to share
its light if it could only be seen.
Edmonton, AB, Canada

9 Comments:

  • At 5:07 AM , Blogger Catvibe said...

    Your title is very befitting because grey is the color of this poem. An industrial nightmare. This was interesting after just reading your last post on death to television.

    Wouldn't it be something to be able to capture and strengthen the hope of childhood, and not have to know that at some point we have to tell the little guys the 'truth' which is going to be terribly disappointing and might just cause them to disappear into a video game, never to reappear and take their place as adults creating an awesome future for this world?

    Great poem. Thanks. I'm going to put a link to this blog on my page. I'm very glad to have found you!

     
  • At 10:05 AM , Blogger Minister of the Masochistic Truth said...

    Thanks for visiting Catvibe - it was awesome to find you page as well.

    If we could maintain our childhood dreams, I think we would live in a much better world. Sometimes I cringe when I hear a parent tell their child to "grow-up". Personally, I always thought the day would come in my life when a switch would flick and I'd go from my youthful mindset into a conservative adult. Turning 40 on Xmas day and still not happened. I still want to travel (India is #1 on my list right now), jam with friends and play Lego with my daughter.

    ...teaching middle school children helps keep me on that pleasant brink of insanity as well! :)

     
  • At 12:12 PM , Blogger Catvibe said...

    I HIGHLY recommend India, although if you've never been there, you are in for a shock once you arrive. There is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent it. After you get accustomed to what India is, you will never ever be able to get it out of your blood. I know many people that go back year after year, despite the unbelievable difficulty which you will only understand after being there.

    Now you want to go even more, eh?

     
  • At 12:16 PM , Blogger Catvibe said...

    Oh, and I think staying a kid forever is a good thing, you can be a grown up and a kid at the same time. I hope you and your daughter build massive lego universes that encompass your entire living room.

     
  • At 3:01 PM , Blogger Minister of the Masochistic Truth said...

    Definitely want to go to India even more!

    Growing up in Halifax, one of my best friends parents were from Punjab and they pretty much adopted me (even wanted to arrange a marriage!). The plan is to take a year off when my daughter is a wee bit older, and I'll look into a teaching job over there. My wife is keen on working in an orphanage. I know it will be a shock, but also I can see it becomming an addiction!

     
  • At 4:21 AM , Blogger Catvibe said...

    That sounds like a great plan, I'd like to go for about a year or so. Although I'd have to head for the mountains in the summer. It wouldn't feel like a year, perception of time changes in India. Days upon days can go by with nothing getting accomplished at all, and as long as you haven't got a schedule to worry about, it's 'not a problem' which is a phrase you will hear there often.
    Speaking of radio, I was the editor of a talk show for 8 years and a DJ for two, classical. Gave it up to go off and travel to India after my kids grew up and left home.

     
  • At 4:29 PM , Blogger Minister of the Masochistic Truth said...

    Yes, India seems to have a magical aura about it. Concepts of time in other cultures can be so refreshing - especially given the nature of North American culture. I wish that we, as a society, would adopt a more casual and qualitative relationship with living.

    Your media experience sounds amazing! I love classical music, though profess to be limited in my knowledge down to simply "stuff I like and stuff I don't". We've got an excellent symphony and world class music hall here in Edmonton, and my wife and I usually go three or four times each year. One of my good friend's wife also works as a stage manager for Edmonton Opera, so I usually get a comp ticket to that once a year. Not to sound snobbish, but when one observes the decline in music composition (i.e. 50 Cent to Mozart), it makes me question the notion of social evolution!

    Life is beautiful.

     
  • At 6:31 PM , Blogger K.Lawson Gilbert said...

    This poem is sad in many ways - I am reminded of all the hopes lost in the reality of life in many situations around this globe. However, you so gradually pull us back into the world of possibilities with that one hopeful candle.

    Very well written. Thanks!! K

    I have added you to my blog roll.

     
  • At 8:22 PM , Blogger Minister of the Masochistic Truth said...

    Dear K.,

    I think, so long as we are alive and able to function effectively, there is always that hope, no matter how obscured. This poem was inspired by my last trip back to Nova Scotia where my old apartment has been reduced to a vacant lot. Despite the hard times there, I've moved on, and, so, I am where I am...

    Cheers for adding me to your Blog roll. I really enjoy your writings and the conversations that they inspire.

    Best wishes!

     

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