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The Scales of Worth

House of mirrors this-

Glowing screen with drumbeat fingers,

Tapping of their own accord,

This life that’s not my own,

Nothing but this need to write

and be read-

Loved, revered, talked of

In blogs the other side of the world,

Across the mirrored hall of my mind,

This reflected light;

Refracted thoughts,

Nothing but a mote of dust,

To weigh the scales of worth.

DOUBT

What a blow it is,

To have all you think you are –

Taken in an instant,

Those nurtured gifts,

That guarded weakness,

Cherished place in future’s isle

Snatched away by the hand of doubt,

No quick path’s to be found,

Only the sound of clumping boots in the mud

Slowly, carefully picking cockles of future worth,

Before the rising of the tide.

If a moment ago I was good,

Then now I stand on the shoulders of a giant,

That he never existed is irrelevant,

So long as I can leap to surer ground,

If his memory’s besmirched by mud and doubt

So be it,

The next standing stone rises up,

Even if I cannot see it,

Intuitions breath fills my sails,

Yet now I know not to worship her,

The wind is just the wind,

Of no more use alone than the planks of wood beneath my toes,

The creaking ropes or sweating arms of sailors,

Transporting this fool to a land,

Where he will no longer be a fool,

But see a hole in the mirror,

Through which the whole world makes sense,

And his own place in it

Is irrelevant, no – not irrelevant,

Just a ship at sea,

Much smaller is the ship but no less part

Of the sea.

On another matter completely…To those of you who read and enjoyed my post Rebirth, which was written for Elli’s competition, please follow the link below:

http://elliwrites.wordpress.com/2011/04/10/rebirth-april-contest-entry/

And vote by clicking on the number of stars you think it deserves. Many Thanks!

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