This poem is intended to reflect a dual meaning.  On the one hand about 'genetics' and on the other about 'enlioghtenment' ... or '42'.




IMAGES IN THE MIRRORS

 

Mirrors reflect my World
Daily I look in them and see
words on their pseudo paper:
Ever since I succumbed
to the glistening technology -
those reflections are seen
in any number of sylables.
They are amalgamated by my brain -
forecast rain, forecast pain,
forecast the demise of places
once thought totally invincible.
And with them come sounds
uttered by mouths out of sync
with the reality of the scene.
But they have sunk beneath
their greed and their subjugation
of anyone who dare to think
a different or individual way;
or breathed some foreign prayer
to an alternate colored God;
or felt the love of fellow men
treated badly by a viscious system.
I often ask myself why it is
I do not think the same way
as these false shaman of good?
Had I not been sent away
to boarding school when very young
then I might have grown to mirror
the thoughts and patterns
of they who begot me more closely:
instead I lived through formative
years with alien ideals
implanted in my virgin brain -
ensuring I could never be the same
and lived instead with constant friction.
I spoke a foreign form of diction
to even those who bore me.

 

© Griffonner 2022





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Written on 2022-10-23 at 16:43

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
My upbringing was totally different to yours.
Nobody wanted a backwards boy, stuck at the back of the class a viscous system indeed. Bad at math's good at chess,
Was a contradiction in itself. One who's willingness to be taught was brushed aside. Yet I would have given all to become more than I am. Thanks for posting Allen.
What was the meaning of life.....42.
2022-11-05


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
My upbringing was totally different to yours.
Nobody wanted a backwards boy, stuck at the back of the class a viscous system indeed. Bad at math's good at chess,
Was a contradiction in itself. One who's willingness to be taught was brushed aside. Yet I would have given all to become more than I am. Thanks for posting Allen.
What was the meaning of life.....42.
2022-11-04


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem of reflection demands reflection in return, and invites a personal response.

I left my familiar community at 21, entered a foreign land of sorts (leaving suburbia for rural farmland). It caused me to be a "stranger in a strange land," truly at home in neither place.

I'm not sure I regret it, but I lost something by leaving the familiar. I'm not sure what I gained, and I don't think I did my kids any favor by educating them in rural schools.

This poem invites soul searching and confession.

jim
2022-10-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine meditation on alienation, Allen.
2022-10-24


Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
This really hit me hard between the eyes!
It mirrors my experience.
I came from a well to do educated family who had been brought down to poverty by untimely deaths and poor management, but my father struggled to send me to a school which had excellent educational standards. I was the only one in our neighbourhood to attend such a school, and one of my friends said to me years later, "what good did it do you? You're now too good for us, but not good enough for them." Even my own mother agreed.
The gap was like a chasm between us. Yes, even the speech reveals it.
Very well written, and the emotion fights to burst through the dam! (To reveal...the meaning of life, the Universe and everything - if we ask the right question?)

Marie xx
2022-10-23


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
That is such a sad truth. I remember my own offspring, brought up in familiar ways but return from school and later from their peers and each time return home a little more different than before. Then adolescence hits and seals that change and there a mirror image of us but quite a different human being.
2022-10-23