Intoxicated and heeding a god
Divine speech rolling off a mortal tongue
In the form of paradoxes most odd
And gnomic riddles, whispered, screamed or sung
Gnothi seauton recommends self-knowledge;
If one does not know what knowledge might be
Or has questioned the self, out on a ledge
This aphorism a grim scourge will be
If knowledge is justified true belief
And only selves can seek to know themselves
One can derive significant relief
From knowing oneself, rather than stark grief
We are dying animals who know it
We should have the courage now to show it
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Petlife
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Great take on the image and character of myth! Well wrought, D.J.!
☺️ Unless one has split personalities, then it might be a little trickier to really know all of one’s selves. I’m not sure one can ever really completely know themselves. Excellent last two lines as well! 😊
Oh those last two lines hit so hard. Loved your poem!
What a sonnet to start the day with and all those lovely images of Greek temples. What a gift. I feel in the mood to read something classical now.