Inventing opportunity

One day I'll make it.
I don't know what-but it will be good!
And
It will work-
                      all-It-self-out.
Making music together…
Hanging little notes on harmony…
It will sound like Peace.
And it will be the perfect
Temperate, the good-kind-
                       all-ways, Eden…
Forgive me, I was distracted There
Where was I?
You are Here needing a new map-
or the cartographers tools-precise
positively exacting.
Anyway-
It will have wide double swinging,
doors of Opportunity-
permitting construction, 
                         as I grow.
Blowing the tops off,
ripping off the roof to show how,
echoes only repeat mistakes
                          little people inside steeples.
Been there.
Without time for interior decorating or renovating-
                          just focus on the façade.
Inside is where it is, where is dwells-
                           I can move it-if I only knew
what it used to look like…
It is not finished-yet.
You see, I may never Be.
I'm missing a piece-
                          or more.
And
I forgot which door I was looking for.
Locked up next to Remember and Remorse,
one is painted Amber and the other Aquamarine.
And
after knocking all around I found-
Today was the day,
I was forgetful enough
to Fail.

Composed 4/23/15.

Image of Frederick Collins, Inventor, pictured with a "wireless telephony device" circa 1904. 



             

Shall I Try Another Time?

As a bird of prey with keen honing eye

                                              All seeing

confidently commits to the kill

                                              knowing after all

He can fail.

Grasping and gasping for air, falling-

Still-                                       soaring in circles,

subdued in submission.

Resigned to a risk,

                                               not for Nothing. 

Tenacious talons will tell

                                               He keeps hunting around,

as a matter of life and death

                                               never quitting...

An intricate, symmetric web design,

a netting of nightly nuisance,

the magical machination of the arachnid,

                      in sinewy fracturable strands-

in an encrypted complex pattern.

So the spider must re-do, re-sew

                                                His yarn anew with each moon,

re-fabricating a miracle, laying his labyrinths,

never quitting…

Beyond prepositional propositions:

To fish is not to catch-To want is not to need-

To have does not necessitate-The gravitation pull of greed-

As a means to an end-Let us pretend-

We could not fail- in Our personal tale-

needing revising, strategizing, 

                                                 Meaning, 

intention,                                  Willful suspension...

Tick-tock the clock, the pendulum of idleness

pity us cursed humans

we sway so easily, steady she goes,

                                                  resigned in rhetorical routine.

A regular beat, monotonous, sonorous,

                                                 the triangle rings in our ears,

resounding all hollows, our bell may toll,

                                                 heavy in our burdens of want.

Reverberating need-pangs of truth

To strive or quit-To stay or split

persist and exist, to opt out-to prefer never

to quit again                              or die

trying

another time?

Feature image used by Dave Menke [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, US Fish & Wildlife