Ishmael Greets all friends who have departed,
dancing between monuments to recall,
chin-wagging for moments of acceptance:
Observing life as not the end of all.
Philosophy: a marbled endurance;
Truths ever to be reiterated.
Ishmael always has reiterated
(to newcomers and to the departed)
so much more than simple endurance
and listing moments that we could recall,
that redeem us from what will come of all.
Too late though to face up to acceptance.
“Get a dog and learn then of acceptance! ”
- a thesis ever reiterated
for the enlightenment of one and all.
Ishmael councils all but the departed,
to whom he chants melodies that recall
the banality of their endurance.
Ishmael posits life and our endurance,
Painting strokes and ideals of acceptance
on old yew trees that will later recall;
echoing in trunks, reiterated
in song and in words of the departed,
a solemn commemoration for all.
Ishmael’s audience is within us all,
his disquisition tests our endurance,
ringing long after we have departed.
This being our canine acceptance,
responding to themes, reiterated.
A comfort that we will never recall.
Ishmael demands of others to recall
our Furies, our happiness and our all;
our aphorisms reiterated,
relaying memories of endurance.
Shed tears; testing limits of acceptance
of those beloved and now departed.
We may never measure our endurance,
having entered here without acceptance.
Oh, and wither Ishmael now? Departed?
Denis O'Driscoll
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pages-from-the-dark-ages/
