Wordplay 1 March 27

In a wild twist of fate, I have returned,
To that which for reasons unknown I had abandoned,
In a search for self,
That rattles me to the core of my identity;
Who am I?

Free to explore the depths of myself,
I refuse to allow the niggardly understanding of me,
To hold me back in this moment of need,
Coming to a point that beckons, requires,
Indeed propels me forward in these words I write.

Perhaps to some it would seem the folly of a narcissist,
Filled with speculations and conjectures,
That don’t ring true,
But I’ve come to realize that when all is stripped away,
All that is left,
Is the shell of me,
A vessel,
Which I determine how to fill,
And become one with myself again.

My voice once distinct,
Seems to elude me at present,
Though I will continue,
Five words at a time,
Striving to find within,
This stream of consciousness,
That voice distinctive,
Which served me so well for all my years.

On beautiful wings,
Lady Serendipity,
Hovers near me,
As I press on,
Toward a life I know I am meant to live,
But struggle to figure out exactly how,
For now,
One word, one phrase, one stanza,
At a time.

The Great Generation & Our Future

After the last true world war, when men and women paid the ultimate sacrifice to free the world from tyranny and oppression. My grandfather and yours witness to a force of destruction that few of us can truly comprehend. As the dust began to settle a broodish statesman spoke of a spectre hanging over eastern Europe, that of the Iron Curtain that was about to fall.

As this war, which few of us can truly comprehend soldiers on into needless and senseless death I am struck and dumbfounded by the spectre currently haunting our reality and worse that no one cares to or can see.

When Nobel created TNT he blasted his way into our consciousness and left a legacy of both destructive power and ultimate hope. Today however I believe his powder keg is rising the temperature of the middle east; What comes next might well decide the fate of our species.

SDM