The Second Ride (The Age Begins)
Peaceful Times
Camels drinking before their journey
Their mouths descend inside fresh water
There is no authority around them,
Their riders stumble into the shop
They’re laughing, talking and early.
They leave the two camels to drink.
Quickly transporting their riders,
The camels will travel city to city
Drinking fresh water once there,
Never tied, able to rub each other
And find shade when it’s hot.
After drinking they raise their heads,
They see different camels, some drinking,
Others wait while tied to wooden poles.
They move to the tied camels.
They rub each one,
They rub their opposite,
Then they go to find shade.
True Times
Their riders stumble outside
Moving towards the shade,
They mount their camels
And lead them out the city.
The camels move slowly.
The riders want quickness.
The camels enter a new city late.
Their riders dismount and
Unsaddle them.
Drags one camel into a dark barn
And ties him there.
The other rider drags the second camel
To a wooden pole and ties her there.
Their riders yell and curse
While holding money in their hands,
They walk into the shop.
Peaceful Times
Camels drinking before their journey
Their mouths descend inside fresh water
There is no authority around them,
Their riders stumble into the shop
They’re laughing, talking and early.
They leave the two camels to drink.
Quickly transporting their riders,
The camels will travel city to city
Drinking fresh water once there,
Never tied, able to rub each other
And find shade when it’s hot.
After drinking they raise their heads,
They see different camels, some drinking,
Others wait while tied to wooden poles.
They move to the tied camels.
They rub each one,
They rub their opposite,
Then they go to find shade.
True Times
Their riders stumble outside
Moving towards the shade,
They mount their camels
And lead them out the city.
The camels move slowly.
The riders want quickness.
The camels enter a new city late.
Their riders dismount and
Unsaddle them.
Drags one camel into a dark barn
And ties him there.
The other rider drags the second camel
To a wooden pole and ties her there.
Their riders yell and curse
While holding money in their hands,
They walk into the shop.
Author notes
Author note: This is open to your thoughts, what do you think this poem means, why does the relationship between the rides and the camels change and what is your reaction to that, on a deeper note what do you think Im saying with this poem. Let your hear speak. I wrote this poem after reading "The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot. He was one of my first influences.
Let me know what you think
Comments
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hmm, sometimes we think we are at peace when the reality is that we are not...we have many struggles ahead yet to face. Being caught in an illusion doesn't change this fact.
Profound write my friend! ^_^


