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Soul...A Relentless Trajectory Inward.
Standing at the edge of reality and disbelief,
A broken Soul Shivers deep,
Was torn and shattered on the reef,
Rising from the shards of ashes,
Where the Soul is Valiant to make
the ruckus weep,
The headaches are the flashes,
Where all the negatives creep,
The Abacus with polymath is
the cessation that Valiant stories
have the shape of a diamond on
its side, beginning at a fine point,
The Valiant expands outward
through youth as it begins to
establish the strengths and
fallibilities, friendships and
enemities, proceeding to the
world, it pursuits the honors
and accolades, but at the same
untold moment, the two rays
that define the outer limits of
this widening world of hale
companions and worthy
adventures simultaneously
turn a corner and begin to
converge, the terrain soul
travels the cast of characters,
it meets, the sense of purpose
that has long propelled it forward
all begin to narrow,,to narrow toward
that fixed and inexorable point that
defines the fate,
Let's take the tale of Achilles:
In hopes of making her son, the Nereid
Thetis holds her newborn boy by the ankle and dips him into the river Styx,
From that finite moment in time and
pinch of fingers, the story of Achilles begins, as a strapping young lad, he is
educated in history, literature, and
philosophy by the centaur Chiron,
And with his comrade Patroclus, he
forms the closest of bonds,
Somewhere in the middle of the
Aegean Sea, unbeknownst to
Achilles, the widening rays of his
life turn their corners and begin their
relentless trajectory inward,
The enemy with all its battalions
and Achilles on the fields of Troy,
So perhaps it is not surprising that
just a matter of days after Achilles
succeeds in killing Hector, a poison
arrow lofting through the air pierces
the one unprotected spot on Achilles's
body,,,, the ankle by which his mother
had held him when she dipped him in
the styx, and in that very instant, all his memories and dreams, all of his sensations, all of his virtues and vices are
extinguishable like the flame of a candle
that has been snuffed between a finger and
a thumb,
Yes, for the longest time, Abacus had understood that the august heroic stories
were like a diamond on its side,
But of late, what had taken up his thoughts was the realization that it
wasn't simply the lives of the renowned
that conform to this geometry(polymath),
For the lives of miners and stevedores
conform to it too,
The lives of waitresses and nursemaids
confirm it too,
The lives of the ancillary and the anonymous, of the frivolous and the
forgotten,
All lives,,
His life,
Her life,...Important too begin at a point
with soul reefed..☕
#WritcoPoemPrompt97
© Mishra Poonam
A broken Soul Shivers deep,
Was torn and shattered on the reef,
Rising from the shards of ashes,
Where the Soul is Valiant to make
the ruckus weep,
The headaches are the flashes,
Where all the negatives creep,
The Abacus with polymath is
the cessation that Valiant stories
have the shape of a diamond on
its side, beginning at a fine point,
The Valiant expands outward
through youth as it begins to
establish the strengths and
fallibilities, friendships and
enemities, proceeding to the
world, it pursuits the honors
and accolades, but at the same
untold moment, the two rays
that define the outer limits of
this widening world of hale
companions and worthy
adventures simultaneously
turn a corner and begin to
converge, the terrain soul
travels the cast of characters,
it meets, the sense of purpose
that has long propelled it forward
all begin to narrow,,to narrow toward
that fixed and inexorable point that
defines the fate,
Let's take the tale of Achilles:
In hopes of making her son, the Nereid
Thetis holds her newborn boy by the ankle and dips him into the river Styx,
From that finite moment in time and
pinch of fingers, the story of Achilles begins, as a strapping young lad, he is
educated in history, literature, and
philosophy by the centaur Chiron,
And with his comrade Patroclus, he
forms the closest of bonds,
Somewhere in the middle of the
Aegean Sea, unbeknownst to
Achilles, the widening rays of his
life turn their corners and begin their
relentless trajectory inward,
The enemy with all its battalions
and Achilles on the fields of Troy,
So perhaps it is not surprising that
just a matter of days after Achilles
succeeds in killing Hector, a poison
arrow lofting through the air pierces
the one unprotected spot on Achilles's
body,,,, the ankle by which his mother
had held him when she dipped him in
the styx, and in that very instant, all his memories and dreams, all of his sensations, all of his virtues and vices are
extinguishable like the flame of a candle
that has been snuffed between a finger and
a thumb,
Yes, for the longest time, Abacus had understood that the august heroic stories
were like a diamond on its side,
But of late, what had taken up his thoughts was the realization that it
wasn't simply the lives of the renowned
that conform to this geometry(polymath),
For the lives of miners and stevedores
conform to it too,
The lives of waitresses and nursemaids
confirm it too,
The lives of the ancillary and the anonymous, of the frivolous and the
forgotten,
All lives,,
His life,
Her life,...Important too begin at a point
with soul reefed..☕
#WritcoPoemPrompt97
© Mishra Poonam
