William Kelii Kekaula Poet Concrete

Notes About The Poem

Poetic Form: Free Verse
Inspired: 2023 December 27
Image: Persian Ornate Urn by Paris

The Funeral Urn

“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”


The 'umbilical cord', 
hereby symbolic, 
its severance
where
initiated,
a soul of three,
and then much more. 

Growing up was an 
in-depth shared 
furtherance,
whereupon,
directives were encountered,
either embraced or tossed aside.

Time and again, instant moments,
encouraging considerations,
imbued ponderance,
whereto,
we tether ourselves
to a sizeable pole of justifications.

Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's,
intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up,
choice batters about a pole that remains,
until life expectance,
leans awkward,
wherefore
for time indulgence,
slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor,
for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority.

All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent
taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment
significance tallies the hours near,
wherein
one now realizes that time is fleeting,
wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while.

At that instant, open their eyes 
and see the poles that are
standing around them
bedside so they can
measure their
worth truly.
Where
we mete
out ourselves
to whom we truly 
Blessed Assurance.

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Vijay Pandit December 28, 2023 at 6:13 AM Thoughtful and meaningful discourse on the contest theme, William. A careful walk through in self reflection: one now realizes that time is fleeting, wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while--A FAVE for this quest to discover self. William Kelii Kekaula December 28, 2023 at 4:23 PM I rare occasions such as this, Vijay, grateful I am. I found a picture of the above shape, not the original, but a close facsimile being a Funeral Urn, hence, I changed the form from FV to Conc. Aloha my friend, William

Silent One December 28, 2023 at 5:58 AM Nice design Hilo...Your poem beautifully explores the passage of time and the evolution of one's life journey, using the metaphor of a symbolic pole. The verses evoke a sense of reflection and contemplation on the various stages of life, from the innocence of childhood to the complexities of adulthood... William Kelii Kekaula December 28, 2023 at 4:03 PM Most gracious of you, Silent One. If you had happened this way, you'd note the pictured facsimile as the original, don't know, but it's a Funeral Urn. So I changed the form from FV to Conc. Granted, my noted stages, and need I say more, --to 2024. Aloha, William

Ink Empress December 28, 2023 at 2:42 AM Wow did you write it in a way that would help you create this shape? Its beautiful the presentations as well as how you’ve written on this prompt. Especially i felt the lines “ intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up, choice batters about a pole that remains, until life expectance, leans awkward,“ so powerful and so profound and i think seeker will love this one! The depth and truth that flows in such a poetic manner is truly impeccable. You truly have nailed it! Pleasure reading this FAV William Kelii Kekaula December 28, 2023 at 1:02 PM Wow, thanks for the Fave, Ink Empress, knowing it a bit o' common thing with thee. Anyhow, I uploaded a facsimile design online of the Funeral Urn as I'm unable to find the one that I did the copy. Albeit, as 'twas with Robert, I've met US at the fork of the road before, heading the same way or veering off, but with one collision Top Dog, thanks for the opt'ism. Aloha, William