I reap what I sow
You sew what you rip
I keep what I grow
You sink with the ship
.
My cargo ships far
You are quartered below
Seeking trips that I saw
You're tethered in tow
.
My tailwinds will carry me
You headwinds will slow
My wings lift me easily
Drafts toss you to-and-fro
.
I'll get what I seek
You'll fall on your chases
I'll die happy and meek
Wearing all the fools' faces
.
You're aimlessly dreaming
I'm Jacob, not Esau
You'll wake up soon, screaming
And not what you are
.
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Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (5)
Oooo, this was so deep! Fantastic work!
"I'll die happy and meek/Wearing all the fools' faces" is my favourite bit!
Wonderful! The use of metaphors, such as reaping and sewing, tailwinds and headwinds, creates a sense of opposing paths and outcomes.The final lines leave a haunting impact, it is a poem that invites reflection on the choices we make and the paths we take, thank you very much for sharing!
You reversed the order and/or tone of the dialogue in the last stanza. Clever delight!
Ah, "Jacob, not Esau". I really like that... A very clever dialog, sir!