In a Contrarian Wind


I scourged the past for lessons learned,
Forged a canon for tomorrow
An austere philosophy to be
My beacon in the snow.


There was order within the hallowed rim,
Without, scalding friction!
Knowledge I gained aplenty,
But little reconciliation.


For my inspiration was not another’s;
His truth wasn’t mine,
No detour to empathy, except
To soften my sacred line.


To labor for an asymptotic peace,
Where neither person sinned
As, one by one, the ramparts shatter
In a contrarian wind.

2 thoughts on “In a Contrarian Wind”

  1. It is lovely to see you working in this form — there’s something very Dickinsonian about these lines, the way meaning is sort of fractured and the way you manage to get at one of the big questions of the human experience, which is how do we get along when we are so different — although having said that, I see your poem is far more nuanced and interesting than what I’ve said about it. But that’s always the case with poetry, isn’t it!?

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