As the Pendulum Swings
From one extreme to the other
only to find the middle
balanced by angels and demons
by rights and wrongs
lefts and rights
How do I know what’s right?
How do I know it will be approved?
And who is to say.
Question is what’s wrong
The religion of my life is nothing more
and nothing less
than my heartbeat song
Who will make me happy if not myself?
Who will make me sad
but those who do not take a chance
Deprive myself of what I wonder
and be bad. Or extract
the sweet juice and savor sip by sip
The privilege is only granted once.
When I die I’ll be
dust that spins around my bedroom floor
The memory of a kind heart twirling
in the middle
for a few special beings
What would he want me to do?
How can I promise
to be satisfactory in his world
How do I vow to be acceptable?
Do I have to pledge? or
just be.
by María Elena
Me gusta mucho María Elena. El título es genial y todos y cada uno de los versos tiene un profundo sentido. La foto es también estupenda, muy “Typical Spanish” las macetas y las jaulas de los pájaros, la ventana con el reflejo del tejado y ese buen cielo azul le aporta una gran profundidad y una luz fantástica.
Besos
Gracias, primo!
I loved this poem. It really made me think…
Thank you, my friend! Glad you enjoyed it.