Epiphany too late. EDIT1

[billy]

Hi tecktak good to see you

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. really strong opening

From choice and protocol we learn,
as life takes hold, we succour spurn, it reads better as spurn succour
and with ourselves become beguiled;
without remorse.

Soon changes on us all will come
as childhood skips into our skins;
living, uncontrolled and free;
this, too, will end. there's a feeling dread in this stanza. the loss of childhood clearly shown exposes a lot of sadness.

Trite thoughts become but blunted tools;
as each edge dulls, the truths we made
become just chiselled history is 'just' needed?
we must endorse.

Comes then Damascus! Blazing light
illuminates our groping way!
We are the new, we are the seers,
We shall ascend!

Yet death, ah death, we nothing know; i like this inversion, though wonder if it would be better if re-inverted
so gratefully we turn that page.
We see the words, that plot so bold,
we are beguiled.

Tectak
2012
For Roger. 1944-2012

you plot your stuff with some excellent words. i found it a sad poem yet there feels to be an alleviation of sadness in the last stanza, as though a weight had been lifted. while not image rich the poem was nonetheless richer than many that are full of imagery. I'm going to take this as a personal poem and say, sorry for the loss.

all the points i mentioned are just nits but worth looking at. thanks for the read.