Fleeting Meaning E-Book

Henrik Priedola Tilly

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 75

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Fleeting Meaning is a collection of more than 100 poems with accompanying illustrations and photographs. Within its pages, readers will discover poems with a diverse range of topics, such as the exploration of the complexities of social philosophy, the philosophical theory of Absurdism, psychology, Multipolar traps, Greek myths and the author's own mythic stories, the intricacies of interpersonal relationships, as well as poems that aim to represent and convey or embody the author's sense of consciousness.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

The Departing Drops

Vulnerable Wonder

An Obscene Gift

A Smile

The play has not ceased

Stars from a shallow cave

Wholeness

Fleeting Meaning

In-between the spaces

Sordid disbelief

A mass passed across

The Year Without A Summer

Conformity

The Rivers of Commons

A Moment’s Ending

My Fate is cast

Innocence

The Unsaid

The Bond

Recognition

The Münchhausen trilemma

Luxury

Tragedy of the Commons

None freer

The Prisoner’s dilemma

Faltering step

Connecting

The Gatekeeper

Inner child’s prejudice

Shadow

A cynic supreme

Sleight of Structure

Sweet Pain

When is it love?

The Same Coin

Freedoms of ancient Americans

Kindness

On the end of that day

Power

Impersonal equivalence

Strings of yellow eyes

The Tale of August

erasure

Song from Pre-History

The Wheat Snake

Modern religion

Neither nor

Western arrogance

Irrevocable

Summer’s light

The Darkness

By it I know

Three Little Mice

It Spilled Out

Self-reflection

In cyclical time willed against

Nebulous

Falling flat

It is that untamed

A voice for me calls

Not rattling the cage

The drink of a mind adrift

Please exit in an orderly fashion

The Ox and the Plough

Unclear

Washed away

The Choice

An aspen branch

Artificial redemption

Leafling

Lit bonfire under the edge

This makes us equal

A new weaving

Restless beating

Embers

The Soothsayer

What Rises Beyond

All its own

Aghast

Meaning

The Title

The Frame

A lone sparrow

A system so just

The Road as it is

A whimper went unheard

Uncertainty

A single seed

Vae Victis

Orpheus

What is loved

Tantalus

The eyes of one I never knew

A nightmare

Dopamine

Endless plight

Who bears thy very stance

Damnatio Memoriae

A minor miracle

Faces stark

The End of what we have known

Feud and Mead

The Departing Drops

Atop a gilded mast blew colours of a flag

unrecognized. A graceful gesture

of the sinking ship was the fastening of its flag.

It was rushed to break and rupture

by the departing drops of a muddy hourglass

but not before or for

a passing still moment: holding its flag aloft.

And after and despite, the waters did not stir.

Amidst the set soar of the departing drops,

heaving themselves against the mast that,

broken and ruptured, set loose its sails,

the flag flew free of arrival over the still sea.

Vulnerable wonder

“Abusers come in auspicious guises

or as windswept storm survivors

or plainly with a slice to offer,

and to some, abusers come infrequently,

and some they only pass by,

but some they entangle and lead into a dance

that lasts a lifetime.

They capitulate their hearts,

whip their own backs,

curse every breath and every step,

all to understand their abuser,

for they are entangled,

and in their captivity they are made vulnerable.

“Run, run, far, far away...”

but only some may heed those words

for abusers seldom settle for a single dance-partner.

Some can leave their loved ones behind,

but some will stay and dance till death.

In the end, abusers destroy themselves,

and many will say good riddance,

but to those who've witnessed an abuser

take their loved one into that destruction,

there is no goodbye, no good riddance,

for they've died a little too,

and the world lost

their colour,

their splendour,

their vulnerable wonder.”

An Obscene Gift

an obscene gift walked along a drowned shore

captured sight was free from its descent from heaven

black, dull sea stirred below, vice of a tear’s soar

emblazoned on the sea: a frail reflection

of gifted skies’ closing eye, beyond voice

of high strung tides, lit by afterglow’s gradation

into fortress ruins alive anew by wishful choice

by its touch they wrestled once more in wills’ rendition

ghosts that rose and fell over sheets of falling dust

its hand recoiled, they turned to dust in lust

having glimpsed the moving gift exempt from rest

what cannot always be but we seek it out nonetheless

A Smile

if there had ever been a grimace

which could have been taken for a smile

surely it would have been one not even seen

not noticed at all

kept to oneself and never shared

The play has not ceased

the play of buds may cease of generous life’s glee

but the petals’ desired response is kept

a magpie with a silver ring soars in ceremony

a lone sparrow perches solemnly in the light

in dawn’s first breeze past branches forming crowns

the blackbird’s calls carry across a veiled construct

the crying shack, over manyfold solemn, soaring calls,

remains misplaced, and in noting its derivation, lost

as it flails with its claimant’s fatigue distinct

from the relinquishing of a silver ring

atop a magpie’s nest where flocks have gathered

to mark its symbol, the Sun, and of dawn to sing

as the crowning branches gave way to praise that lived

those little petals falling

Stars from a shallow cave

If out of a shallow cave by a slump

Rejected lay a knave in a heap of serving trays

Restless sprites of dawning light would still trump

In the wake of wonder at gaping night’s long lost stars

And if by forfeit or conquest his self was lost

And precious, deep, empty mold used to draw

Both Crown and Plough like a beggar to a pig roast

As he was as if the last child of Man’s host

Restless sprites of dawning light would still triumph

In the wake of wonder at gaping night’s long lost stars.

But if he dares to measure worth in art's embrace,

Not in victories won or sorrows faced,

His words shall weave wonder, leaving a trace,

Among the stars lost in time and space.

Wholeness

Behold the grand illusion,

That consciousness weaves, a deceptive fusion.

For in truth, there lies not separate entities,

But a singular essence, the universe's symphony.

To perceive oneself as distinct, a fallacy it seems,

A misnomer, a falsehood, a mere figment of dreams.

For what are we without the Sun's radiant light,

Without the electromagnetic field, our guiding might?

And what of the plants, the biosphere's embrace,

Without their presence, what would be our space?

Though distinctions may arise, a perception of divide,

In truth, they are intertwined, forever unified.

Unintentional separation, a mistake in disguise,

Mistake theory and externalities, where confusion lies.

But intentional division, conflict theory's cruel reign,

War, oppression, and suffering, the fruits of such pain.

The root of all problems, the world's endless strife,

Lies in NOT perceiving from wholeness, the source of life.

To benefit oneself, at the expense of inner peace,

Internal conflict arises, a battle that won't cease.

To benefit at the cost of another, a traditional clash,

Leads to resentment, a fire that burns with a harsh flash.

And if one group prospers, while another is oppressed,

The harmony of our species, the biosphere, is suppressed.

So let us awaken to the truth of our interconnected fate,

Embrace the wholeness, the implicate order that awaits.

For in unity lies the answer, the path to harmony's door,

Where separate illusions dissolve and oneness we restore.

Fleeting Meaning

as the water and the air in the parable of the jar

so do meaning and meaninglessness align

a woman walked along a road with a jar of water

balanced on her head

there was a small crack in the jar

and as she walked the jar emptied out

when she arrived at journey’s end

the jar was empty of water but full of air

as it emptied out it filled up

so too at first there was meaning

or meaninglessness and a space in between them

of struggle and conflict

the subjective desire for meaning

and the objective perspective through which

the arbitrariness of the subjective is revealed

when in fact it is through the feeling

of meaninglessness

that the desire and search for meaning is created

where meaning is subjectively attributed

there was once meaninglessness

as it is emptied out it is filled in

there can be no meaning without

meaninglessness but

if meaninglessness inevitably leads to meaning

then there can be no meaninglessness

meaninglessness is meaning

as it is emptied out it is filled in

In-between the spaces

a vestige of a sword

on uncut grass

the imprint of it’s

heaviness

draw on the air

conjure and refer

what you said when you cried

you felt it so much more

Sordid disbelief

if they stand in sordid disbelief, let them