He hung on
mesmerized
to the deluge
of wisdom
that sprung forth
from his poet friend:
Life death
Meaning & nullity
Triumph & disaster
Speech and silence
Are two sides
of same coin
When you have one
you have the other
Learn to take
both sides of coin
as one
And then you shall
rise above yourself
And He shall ask:
What shall thy
destiny be?
He imbibed little
And spattered more
His ignorance
From that fountain head
Of wisdom
He returned back to
The treacherous terrain of flesh
To break the stony countenance
Of a well chiseled
Damsel
Fertility of concupiscence
Irrigated with words of wisdom
He said:
We were like two
Sides of some coin
Same was the rust
That we gained!
His rootless words
Stirred the memories
Of a forgotten storm
She retorted;
Two sides of coin!
How ironical:
They belong
Two different
worlds they face
Rusted they are
by different rains.
He stood there
Both clueless and arid
On the crossroad
Of wisdom and wishes.
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cross-roads-3/
