Emulate, expostulate, relate.

Emulate, expostulate, relate,

What visions shock the walls of my poor pate.

How to be, where to be, what to be now

Wait its too late 'cause we're moving too slow.

We charge into volumes and volumes of life,

And battle strange 'lusions and patterns of strife,

We talk, we eat, we sleep and we dream.

We are and we will and we soon will have been

We quote all the sages, the one's that should know,

With our sympathies, lovers, and hates as we go.

Born, is it love, is it life, is it art we impart,

To gain gates of confusion to paradise so smart.

The emotions of being, of seeing, of feeling

All flashes of wonder with boldness and thunder.

Then is all not lost, when at last we lie there

On the surface of earth with the trees, so bare.

— Nordic cloud, Mar 02, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Critiques

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

Aye! My lovely muse of Norway

Aye! My lovely muse of Norway... good to see another from you & as always I very much enjoyed it, especially the 2nd & last stanzas... very yummy for my morning eyes to feast on. I loved the sentiment & the aparent simplicity of the message with it's underlying import that in fact stripped back to life this is it... this is what we are & what we do all with different flavours. Ah but I do so wish you would write that book dear friend. Anni I wish to walk gracefully..... so as not to spill water.

LissaMine

17 years 3 months ago

Sweet Ann... how I enjoy your work...

There is hope.. Im sure of it... I havent found it yet, but Im sure its out there. Lissa I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

Pate

Websters dictionary 2nd ed.1959(!) says:- The head or crown of the head, hence, brain or brains. Now generally contemptuous and often in combination.( I think it has something to do with the origin of Paternal-head of the family. Pater meaning father.Voila! If its only children that become our legacy, not that I care to be remembered, I have no such wonderful little offsprings; I have many, all the children I was fortunate in getting to know in the kindergarten, they all loved to roll on the ground and look at the stars or clouds, recognise the songs of the birds and make up absurd stories with me.. What a wonderful sunset you are, you are, what a beautiful thing you are-did you take the picture? Thank you for your kind thoughts too from Ann

Conect11

17 years 3 months ago

only you, Ann

can make the word "strife" palatable to me! I know exactly what you mean in this poem, I wrote one once called "Neon Purple Wishes" that talked about how we summon philosophies and quotes from all our favorite sources, while providing no inspiration of our own. Know that YOU are an inspiration, to myself and many others. Mark W. "our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." 1 Timothy 4:10

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

Mercy buckets Mark

Glad if I inspire anyone, that's lovely. Thank you for being inspired and being tolerant of the old fashioned words!! There are many words out of date, but not necessarily without their own poetic power, it adds another element to a poem, even in some cases a timelessness don't you think? As long as its not fuddy-duddy, or repeated too often like my mother's "silvern" then it gets-a-bit-much-of-a-good-thing what? Your Ann of Norway

Conect11

17 years 3 months ago

agreed, darlin'

it really depends on the skill of the writer; a deft hand with timeless words can make true beauty. The classics do indeed have their own power. Perhaps this is because of the passion, the skill, and the strength of the poet more than what words they use. Mark W. "our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." 1 Timothy 4:10

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

Anna dalla Norvegia

J.B. Longo-Geremia Existential, true, and exquisite control of meter and language! You have the "gift", Anna mia! Joe