Iron

Iron

Morning woke wide with open eyes
Notice you’ve gone away
The moment the iron tore the blue skies
Along with red stripes atop your casket
Where flowers lay inquiry as to why
One would decide to leave a child alone in the grass
As sure as the soft zephyr will continue to sigh
I sit beside an albescent stone somewhere above wry

Tear stains are saved for much better reasons
Than to wipe them from cheeks at the turn of the seasons
When a single protector fails in all worn disgrace
Don’t let the weeping mar this face

Twilight broke dim with half closed truths
Humming the tune for the sun to press a lister
Across the creation marooned in a noose
By the brutal orders of a mourning blister
With the world at small resting inside holy walls
Holding onto the words and hope
Let me stay beside this silvery epitaph
Caught in this iron rope

- © Brett M. Holden

I wrote the poem above about a variety of things. One of the most obvious to the ones who know me is the reference to my father's death. I think to an extent, it shows the contempt I've even harbored towards him. The last stanza in the poem reflects my struggle in faith. I do not claim to be a overly religious. Not even modestly religious. I believe. That's all.

I recommend listening to the album Cease to Begin by Band of Horses. I've been spinning the record. I've really taken to the vocals. "Ode to LRC" & "Lamb on the Lam (In the City)" are my two favourite tunes off the record.

A film I observed recently caught my interest. It is very much a cult classic. A Clockwork Orange. The lengths to which the government portrayed in the film go to in order to ensure their social goals is oddly disturbing. It is even more shaking once you recognize the parallels to modern government.

A writer named Kurt Vonnegut was brought to my attention recently. I read his novel Bluebeard. It was a fascinating fictional autobiography of an Abstract Expressionist painter. After reading the last words (which inspired my previous post) I thought...no matter what trials you walk through during your life, there are far more greater things to expect. I don't pretend to be a great shake on philosophy. Still. It makes a lone droog feel better.

- Peace. Brett Holden