Notes About The Poem

*reference Moby Dick by Herman Melville

Rime and Reason I Shall Not

Alone, alone, all, all alone
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Rime and Reason I Shall Not

Rime and reason I shall not wonder about,
but the wonders of the sea and its wandering.
I zip in quickly, unzip these Coleridge lines.
I’m all alone as I wander and wonder about.

How pitiable we are as we seek pity,
a pittance of our inside-outs, our doubts.
A whirlwind of living dances about,
in one’s unparalleled walkabout.

All alone in the fog - how does no one else
fathom-see the endless waves of gravity.
Like a lasso-chain about one’s ankles,
heart, lips, mind, emotions; the mourner’s trip.

After, all the battles of cancer are history,
I’m hanging onto Queequeg’s coffin,*
that ebbs in things gone by and flows
with tears that steer my little lost ship,

Rime and reason shared, a lot, and rocks
the boat. Inevitability of solitude in one’s thoughts.
Your hand grips the phone to reach out
but ultimately you phantom-float, and drift.

Sam says “never a saint took pity on…”
The answers are not found. You have to beat
the imagery to death. You end up back in the room
more than the hospice worker, where walls are bright.

The waves close in. Its eyes blank stare
and circle about. You find the smallest details
and ruminate as family fill in the blanks.
You pick each herring up, as if their death’s your fault.

Others take credit for what you know you did
and you question and doubt what you perceive.
All alone on the mourner’s island. It’s not pretty.
But you’ve joined the club, your only solace.

When you’ve picked the scene to death,
like a bird eats his prey, you leave it all,
all alone. The memories are stored away.
Those memories, real or imagined.
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Empress Avatar
September 19, 2024 at 1:31 PM
Dear kim, this is such a sincere and deeply moving poem, so well written with alliterations and flow of words! I especially felt the lines about cancer and all that youv expressed in such eloquence here! You are truly a strong soul! The highs and lows and how faith we hold so close! Very well delivered! Felt this! Sending you light always!
Rolland Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 10:44 PM
very touching poem, i didn't know about cancer winning fight, take care yann
Rodrigues Avatar
September 19, 2024 at 10:27 AM
My mom died from ovarian cancer. It was an infection that took her.
Buehler Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 9:35 PM
Kim, it was such a pleasure to read this awesome, memorable poem! I love the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, and I love your poem, as well. This is a fave. :)
Rodrigues Avatar
September 19, 2024 at 10:25 AM
Thank you so much, Evelyn! Hugs
DiMino Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 6:35 PM
Never alone when with our Faith. What a fantastic writer Coleridge was; a poet/novelist -- difficult to tell where one begins and the other ends. Your fine poem compliments the spirit-mysticism of his enchanting book perfectly. Hauntingly beautiful write!
Rodrigues Avatar
September 19, 2024 at 10:25 AM
Thank you, Joe!
Hind Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 3:19 PM
My dear lady friend, I am reaching across PS for you, there's no phone number... I hope you are okay. This is really raw writing, literally "breathtaking" images that the ocean is taking from you, keep giving, always just me <3
Rodrigues Avatar
September 19, 2024 at 10:23 AM
Thank you so much, my friend! Been busy doing this and that so a little less time on PS! Hugs
Buhagiar Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 9:23 AM
And what a club we joined. Life is entirely full of woes. We must bear it all and remember that He suffered most.
Rodrigues Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 2:43 PM
Yes to all. Early deaths are hard but then it becomes the way of life. We have to place our sorrows somewhere and go on. Our hope is indeed in Christ! Hugs ~ Kim
Greenhough Avatar
September 17, 2024 at 9:11 PM
Perhaps there is more clarity toward the end of life. I hope I'm reading a good book.
Rodrigues Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 5:27 AM
Perhaps, and then there is other challenges. Hugs
Wolf Avatar
September 17, 2024 at 7:27 PM
A tall task you undertook there, ma'am, and you met the challenge you set for yourself. Nice!!!
Rodrigues Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 5:27 AM
Thank you, Gershon! :)
Goldsmith Avatar
September 17, 2024 at 11:58 AM
WOW!!! I enjoyed your wonderful write/story. Great Ending... Yes, real or imagined. "Good Luck" if for a contest... Have a fun day writing away.................
Rodrigues Avatar
September 17, 2024 at 1:17 PM
Thank you, Paula!
Lane Avatar
September 17, 2024 at 9:18 AM
Well written analogy of the comparisons between life and Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Kim. Sometimes, there is no reason for the Rime, but always a reason for a poet's rhyme. You are not alone in your thoughts. Excellent poetry!
Rodrigues Avatar
September 17, 2024 at 9:30 AM
Thank you, Lin!
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