Odin Roark Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

To give a rebirth to experience, knowledge and wisdom, is rapidly becoming lost in the quest for “stuff” and its guilt imposed duty to recycle. How easy it has become to consume the new, discard the used...the experienced modes of usage, the tried and proved helpmates of Need.  But, Want supersedes far too often, sending our warriors of support to the waste bins.  Christmas is the quintessential consumer wasteland of of the year.  Would that the mind and heart were as voracious.  Sadly… the dumpsters, not the recycle bins, will overflow.  (Image by Leanne McMillan)

Recycled Wisdom Lost

Recycled Wisdom Lost
                       by Odin Roark

How common to recycle today
bottle,
cardboard,
can,
or bubble wrap.

How rare the regard for pleas from
mind,
heart,
memory,
wishing also to amend anew.

How satisfying,
To arouse the sleeping heart,
thrusting its comfort-beat
upon new rhythms made aware,
ensuing  musical notes of clarity
not yet upon the staff of boundaries,
affording dissonance where only
harmony's familiarity once reigned.

To revisit memory
offering bygone experience,
wiser tools of perception,
scrambling dog-eared indexes
cross-referencing fact and fabrication,
allowing waste to fall free,
encouraging truth to persevere.

To sort through mind's many strategies,
discounting some,
discarding others,
dismantling exhausted cogs that
advance little the unknown begging at the door.

Such is…

To complete one's desire to remain conscious,
allowing distinction for that worth rebirthing
from chaff heretofore but a friction urging resolve.

How obvious to some:
the take-to-the-curb days of consciousness.

How misunderstood by others:
the smothering effect of effort
to treat excess destined as garbage.

How aware
those who
like the winged flights on high
weave today's nest
from yesterday's exhausted remnants,
knowing well the destiny of permanence
is but to replant where burnt forests once thrived.

And yet…

We often think recycling is confined to aluminum,
plastics, glass and other fabrications of man’s intellect,
but what of...

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