Alone

Wisdom murmurs amid paucity of things— seekers contemplative in cross-legged trance. Pondering vaguities pensive meditation brings— to apprehend with nonchalance of glance. While to acolytes, such subtleties impinge— denied are those of stifled grasp. For in their minds a fetid dinge, mundane failure to enclasp. Stunted ones thus held in thrall, ever signal their incurious pose. While unmuted is a mounting wrawl, from those abhorrent in appose. The blind above in fog would lead, who daily task us for our gaze. They tire us with unending screed, and we ignore while they abrase. Rather would I summon stillness— watch quiet water smooth a stone. Free myself of this world’s illness— love gently life I choose alone.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 6/30/2019 6:11:00 AM

greatly enjoyed the poem

Mark Peterson
Date: 6/30/2019 7:17:00 AM

Dear Sir, Mahtab. You greatly honor me with your words. Thank you. Mark

Joe Maverick

Date: 6/23/2019 3:08:00 PM

Hello Mark, I enjoyed the contemplative and peaceful way of your write here, all the best.'

Mark Peterson
Date: 6/23/2019 3:13:00 PM

Joe, thanks so much for your thoughtful and earnest reply. Kind words enervate the grateful recipient, that is, me!

Kelly Deschler

Date: 6/7/2019 11:38:00 PM

Yes indeed, there is no greater freedom than having the choice to be far away from a weary world... I so admire the fluent, eloquent style of this poem and it's perfect rhyme... Great work my friend!

Mark Peterson
Date: 6/23/2019 11:11:00 AM

Dear Kelly, your remarks are always so thoughtful and well-composed, artfully bearing the weight of poetic expression, yet floating lightly with supernal ease. Thanks so much.

Charlie Smith

Date: 5/11/2019 7:08:00 AM

Mark I’m afraid you caught me at a bad time (in the hospital recovering from back surgery flush with pain killers, unable to comprehend 2 sentences half the time but this piece cleared a lot of the fog from my head. Well done my friend, well done..

Mark Peterson
Date: 5/11/2019 8:39:00 AM

Thanks so much, Charles. I commiserate with you, back surgery, painkillers, etc. I had heart surgery, three back surgeries, neck surgery (all fusions) and hand surgery. Horrible withdrawal from painkillers until I found Clonidine. Best to you for recovery.

Paul Callus

Date: 5/11/2019 6:22:00 AM

I am pleased that you manage to escape being carried away by the currents, Mark. Your pensive poem is beautiful...the final stanza superb! Regards // paul

Mark Peterson
Date: 5/11/2019 8:42:00 AM

Thanks so much, Paul. I wish I could write a whole poem like the last stanza. But the words come as they will, and I am their slave.

Lawrence Sharp

Date: 5/10/2019 12:09:00 AM

A deep reflection of a poet's desire to be free of the worlds meaninglessness and absurdity. Masterfully crafted, Mark, words perfectly chosen and weighted.

Mark Peterson
Date: 5/10/2019 12:23:00 AM

Thank you, Lawrence, dear and genuine friend. Your remarks add a gilded border to my words.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/8/2019 8:25:00 PM

Wow Mark, your profound thoughts reflect your tiresomeness for the inane of this world who only seek avarice with ego in tow. Bravo! This is brilliant! : ) xxoo

Connie Marcum Wong
Date: 5/13/2019 9:36:00 PM

You are too kind Mark. Have a wonderful night! xxoo

Mark Peterson
Date: 5/8/2019 8:32:00 PM

I’m thrilled by your reply. You apprehended all the meanings of my words and expressed your comment as lovely poetry itself. Profound thanks.