The Conflict of Spirit and Passion

Posted on July 2, 2018 by colonialist

What home the gods will ever find?
Flight cycles spiral to each place
Where spirit lessons that unwind
In flitting essence, passions face.

(Wordle 358)

© July 2018 Colonialist

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.

View all posts by colonialist →

This entry was posted in inspiration, Philosophy, Rhyme, Wordle and tagged Colonialist, Spirit and Passion, Wordle 358. Bookmark the permalink.

16 Responses to The Conflict of Spirit and Passion

LordBeariOfBow says:

July 6, 2018 at 2:15 am

That’s a beauty, well done young fella! 😀

LikeLike

Reply
- colonialist says:
  
  August 4, 2018 at 9:47 pm
  
  Thank you indeed! It does run trippingly on the tongue. (I don’t know why trippingly is used for stuff that doesn’t fall flat on its face, but there it is.)
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply
purplepeninportland says:

July 4, 2018 at 2:14 am

And it even rhymes!

LikeLike

Reply
- colonialist says:
  
  July 4, 2018 at 12:53 pm
  
  That is the part of my self-made rules that gives the most grief!
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply
  - purplepeninportland says:
    
    July 6, 2018 at 2:40 am
    
    😊
    
    LikeLike
    
    Reply
philosophermouseofthehedge says:

July 2, 2018 at 6:24 pm

Timeless and universal. (Sometimes the best poetry is short – for all sorts of reasons. Enjoyed this one)

LikeLike

Reply
- colonialist says:
  
  July 2, 2018 at 9:39 pm
  
  Thank you for the kind (or brilliantly insightful?) comment! 🙂
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply
pensitivity101 says:

July 2, 2018 at 3:43 pm

I thought this was very good!

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
- colonialist says:
  
  July 2, 2018 at 5:58 pm
  
  Thank you — at least. if it causes pain, it is of short duration!
  
  LikeLiked by 2 people
  
  Reply
annell4 says:

July 2, 2018 at 3:02 pm

I enjoyed your write!

LikeLike

Reply
disperser says:

July 2, 2018 at 10:42 am

I tried parsing a meaning but I’m at a loss.

. . . I’m probably not meant to read poetry in the first place.

LikeLiked by 1 person

Reply
- colonialist says:
  
  July 2, 2018 at 10:55 am
  
  This is one of those poems where the meaning that comes to the reader after seeing context, illustrations and title, is it! Immaterial if it differs from reader to reader. Of course, it is structured within the confines of the given words and my CRD — (compulsive rhyming disorder).
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply
- disperser says:
  
  July 2, 2018 at 11:23 am
  
  If you say so . . . but for me, it doesn’t. I can understand the parts but not how they fuse into the whole.
  
  But, no matter. Like I said; poetry and I are not well-suited for each other.
  
  LikeLike
  
  Reply
  - colonialist says:
    
    July 2, 2018 at 11:39 am
    
    ‘Those separate parts are not unknown, but the way I assemble them’s all my own …’
    In essence, the gods get no rest trying to imbue sprit into humans in conflict with their passions. (This must in no way be confused with the Passion of Christ.)
    
    LikeLiked by 2 people
    
    Reply
- LordBeariOfBow says:
  
  July 6, 2018 at 2:16 am
  
  Neither am I but I do like this one Ha! HUGS)))
  
  LikeLiked by 1 person
  
  Reply
  - colonialist says:
    
    August 4, 2018 at 9:50 pm
    
    Your liking is, like, liked like.
    
    LikeLike
    
    Reply