Epiphany too late. EDIT1

[Leanne]

Lovely to read your words again, tectak. On the whole, this is a well-controlled poem with a metaphysical feel that I really enjoyed.

From birth we take the mother’s milk,
sucked due and granted for our lives;
The breast which grows the body dries,
as grows the child. -- lovely rhythm and an excellent opening image

From choice and protocol we learn,
as life takes hold, we succour spurn, -- you've just got to have these inversions haven't you? I don't think you need the rhyme, so personally I'd sort out the syntax as it really stands out here.
and with ourselves become beguiled; -- whereas the inversion here works as it's not so obviously forced
without remorse.

Soon changes on us all will come -- soon changes come upon us all?
as childhood skips into our skins; -- love this!
living, uncontrolled and free;
this, too, will end.

Trite thoughts become but blunted tools; -- "trite thoughts" is difficult on the tongue
as each edge dulls, the truths we made
become just chiselled history
we must endorse.

Comes then Damascus! Blazing light -- you make this the volte with a wonderful change of tone
illuminates our groping way!
We are the new, we are the seers,
We shall ascend!

Yet death, ah death, we nothing know; -- syntax!
so gratefully we turn that page.
We see the words, that plot so bold,
we are beguiled. -- excellent summation, with the return to beguilement

Tectak
2012
For Roger. 1944-2012