Deep From Within Poem by Winston Edgar Hall

Deep From Within

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Strands of thought flow out of my mind
And shimmer delicately before my face;
They tantalize me, as I proceed to inscribe
Where they may lie situated in their place.
Tis' disconcerting, to state the minimum;
The innermost depths of ones' soul, though
Truth, the great cultivator, rests within:
Here one must focus to see the whole.

A yearning: palpable, yet hitherto enduring,
Certain to culminate and complete in Time;
Though first we are tasked with visualizing
The essence before we can cross that line.
Upon this path to visualize essence, whereby
Falls are frequent; a plethora of broken bones,
We're compelled to a scuttle, for through the
Darkness our outcome cannot be known.

The dread you feel while scurrying about in
An attempt to complete this undertaking, must
Be tamed, for fear is the apparatus; ingest it
Ravenously and traipse forth un-breaking, for
To stay the mind; the foundation for clarity,
You must possess ample strength; or be able
To encounter death, while living, and morph
Into a measurement that has no ending length.

Friday, July 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fear of self,growth,soul,strength,truth
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Deep From Within began as an impromptu, on stage presentation as Boy's State in the Summer of 2007. In addition to playing the role of Town Mayor and Choir Member (choir members were allowed access to the cafeteria quicker - I cannot sing) , I opted to play my hand in the talent show. As a young man spending his free time writing in my journal instead of playing football, I let the beautiful countryside move me and my pen across the pages, just as the entry to the poem portrays. At that time, the poem was meant to simply be an act in the talent show, and not an entry in a book I would write much later in life. The original work of Deep From Within was much more choppy; the ideas we not refined and my youthful self was not aware of the true message locked within the words.
The true message in this poem has to do with a walk through life as an Old Soul. An Old Soul from my perspective is a person who must evolve in the face of Truth. There are those in life who assert Truth as something subjectively malleable depending on the perspective, though this poem seeks to portray the opposite. Truth in my eyes is something completely objective and outside of us serving as the guiding forces for life. An objective view on Truth would be seen mainly as something Theistic which indeed I am without subscribing to any specific religion.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 28 July 2017

A nice poetic imagination and fine poetic sense, Winston. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks

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