Running to Stand Still

Perhaps we are our own mirror
and only disown them to glass for an ideal.
Then, we remain several steps behind
the formation of our dreamed imperatives,
a purposeful mist that drifts along the contours
of starry-eyed simplicity.

Deep understanding of the world
(the intricate chemistry of tumult and silence,
ruminations given in error, earned in humility,
dispersed into nurture, joy, and grief)
is the hard casing of our reflections.

Why can we never move closer–
only evolve within our own vision or
along the surface of others’ fragile esteem?
Belief must suffice, whether
      god or void,
      nuance or instinct,
      spare islet or mountainous sway.

We will inhabit these fictions
      as flame makes the darkness
a mere memory,
and behold what cannot be real
without us.

*

Copyright 2014 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.

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5 thoughts on “Running to Stand Still

  1. Michael, your meditations travel from your mind onto your keyboard finding their way into cyberspace in the form of thought-provoking verse. I spend a longer time contemplating the meaning of your thoughts than it takes you to turn them into words and launch them into being. Keep writing and we will keep reading.

    I’d like to see the comment that wins a reply. (This is an interesting concept in itself.) I enjoy the trip from the first word to the last of your writings, whether I understand them or not. This one has a message that is plain in some respects but perplexing also. Running to stand still… We do that everyday. We try to be in control of ourselves, or the image of ourselves, but we rarely if ever are.

    Blessings to you, Michael…

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    1. Thank you, Carol 🙂

      I appreciate the effort you put into reading my off-kilter narratives…I’m never sure how many out there are willing to do so….but I certainly hope it is worth the time and effort…

      The title “Running to Stand Still” is actually a reference to the book “Through the Looking Glass” by Lewis Carroll…I thought this poem resembled that story at least a shade, so I paid homage to it…

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  2. I always read your poems over and over, Michael – gladly so, to absorb its intricacy and individualism. I absolutely love this verse:
    ‘Why can we never move closer–
    only evolve within our own vision or
    along the surface of others’ fragile esteem?
    Belief must suffice, whether
    god or void,
    nuance or instinct,
    spare islet or mountainous sway.’

    Hope you are well.

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