Robert Ludden Poet Ghazal

To the Unknown

Our joyous friend who mocks us not,
but shrouds us with each doubt
that we have gathered lovingly, and
now confront with helpless resignation--

it is a paradox that blesses
with a truth unwelcome;
every answer flys from us,
condemned by virtue of its birth.

It is vanity that feeds us, 
sets the winnowing blade yet finer still.  
Thought no longer is our refuge;
Power, our only quest.

We are the keepers of the day...wait... 
The mist upon the mountain stirs a moment.
There is the pinnacle!
stark, alone, silent ever... 

Let it go.
      ~

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Suzanne Delaney October 7, 2013 at 10:43 PM Interesting title and theme. Things we often contemplate but find hard to express with words. You have done it so well. SuZ Robert Ludden October 7, 2013 at 11:03 PM obviously you read for content. And, that kind of readership is what I always seek. You are invited to look at more of my stuff--indeed, urged to do so.