A man buys an old house
Every year the storms blow in
And he hammers
Repairs
Underpins
Every year more parts of the house are destroyed
It is untenable
Yet he fights on
Determined not to be
Defeated
Until one day
After a particularly bad storm is repeated
The man throws his arms in the air
Surrendering
Let’s it go
He loosens all the nails
Watches the iron lift and blow
Until all that is left is debris
Piled in a heap down below
And when it’s cleared away
He builds a brand new home
With strong footings
Deep walls
Designed to take the load
Some structures are doomed to fail
Houses
Relationships
Places
They reach a certain point of decay
The repair of which is too great
To personally expend
Financial loss incurred snowballs
No longer can we gloss things over
They are what they are
It is what it is
Let them go
Build something new
Let the old crap blow away
As humans we expend a lot of energy
On holding on
People
Jobs
Things we have out grown
Instead of like nature
Letting go
What blows blows
Let it go
See what stays
Work with that
*i was reading a book called “the Magicians Way” that spoke about structures. How a cube is difficult to roll, how a sphere does it naturally.
How humans have these same structures that sit just below the level of where they’re making decisions from. What these structures mean for our decision making processes.
I often weave philosophy into my poems because that’s how my subconscious speaks to me and I believe poetry also speaks to the subconscious in others.
Having said that once the words have left me, I have no control over how the reader absorbs them or layers the words into their circumstance.
I am not inciting anyone to demolish anything – it is merely an invitation to look at structures.
