Robby's Multimedia Poetry Poet Blank verse

Tower

Standing atop the tower of my solitude,
I look down,
seeing the events of my life unfold,
manifested as many people milling on the street.

I stay in this tower to gain a new perspective,
yet, 
of late,
I feel that my perspective could be lost, 
drowned in the metaphysics of looking down from lofty spiritual heights,
to see what I may do to end these dark and forboding nights.

These nights are filled to the brim with forlorn thoughts,
running through the ifs and whats of the every day,
yet I know that at this time,
I must preside in my tower for protection,
descending to the ground floor from time to time,
to remain grounded in what I explore.

When I am at the ground floor of my towering sanctuary,
I can look up to see the shape of what I have constructed for myself,
my refuge, 
my towering sanctum from all trials and tribulations, 
and I can look at street level at all the milling people that represent my thoughts,
getting a clearer perspective of what it is I think from day to day.


Copyright © 2021 Robert Matejko

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Robby's Multimedia Poetry February 18, 2021 at 8:22 PM This poem and anchor are based on cards in the lenormand oracle deck. I like to look at such thing as visual metaphor/archetypes. In this case, with the anchor and the tower, they are two cards in the deck that I focused on that illustrate how so much stay at home time of late has burnt people out on their usual actitivies that usually relax them. We are all craving to go out and experience life in fullness again, to walk amidst nature, etc.