a question of height

[CHOMAT]

There is no wind in the land of certitude.
Better crawl , bugged down in the multitude
rather than to sail lightly, lonely, upward
you stare down like a loving coward
Already wish you hit the ground
smash calmly these horrid freaky faces
that've caught us in their smiling embraces
Here I'm sitting , looking up, astounded.

 

[Dr. Jamshid Ibrahim]

I would say it is both a question of height and depth. Only violent waves and winds can carry you high or take you deep. Let them come, welcome them with open arms. It is worth it and you won't regret it. As they say no risk no fun. I like your philosophical poem.

 

[bianca]

There is no wind in the land of certitude.
Better crawl , bugged down in the multitude
rather than to sail lightly, lonely, upward
you stare down like a loving coward
Already wish you hit the ground
smash calmly these horrid freaky faces
that've caught us in their smiling embraces
Here I'm sitting , looking up, astounded.

I like the mirroring between staring down and looking up. It is as though two mutually excluding worlds - like Heaven and Earth, High and Low - hate and pine for one another, twin sons of different mothers, separated at birth. Like the poles of an electrical circuit between which runs the high voltage of emotions. Is heaven really a paradise? Or Eden "le paradis perdu"? Or is there a Hell on Earth? Is there a land of complete certitude...and a human who calls this his freedom?
Without the Low, there is no Height...

 

[Lynxear]

There is no wind in the land of certitude.
Better crawl , bugged down in the multitude
rather than to sail lightly, lonely, upward
you stare down like a loving coward
Already wish you hit the ground
smash calmly these horrid freaky faces
that've caught us in their smiling embraces
Here I'm sitting , looking up, astounded.

This is an interesting poem. The more I read it the more I see things I missed in previous readings.

Did you mean "bugged down"? This doesn't really mean much unless you are talking about being covered in bugs perhaps. I think you meant "bogged down" which means slowed down as if your feet are struggling through mud. This fits with your poem.

I love this line

you stare down like a loving coward

I enjoyed the poem.

 

[CHOMAT]

You hit the nail in the ... bug : I did mean bogged down. Yet, I should meditate upon this likely slip of the pen .
How strange you enjoyed the ' loving coward' line for it might be the only one telling the truth about myself . It is quite courageous to confess it, isn't it ?

 

[Lynxear]

You hit the nail in the ... bug : I did mean bogged down. Yet, I should meditate upon this likely slip of the pen .
How strange you enjoyed the ' loving coward' line for it might be the only one telling the truth about myself . It is quite courageous to confess it, isn't it ?

Glad to help.

Yes...I think there is a bit of "loving coward" in all of us. I have suffered from this affliction many times myself.