Someday

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“But in your worst and darkest moments, remember that you have seen another kind of world. Remember that you can reach it whenever you choose to see. Remember that it will be waiting and that’s real, it’s possible — it’s real.” ~ Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

Someday

Life is short, it’s oft remarked,
Too short, they’ll say, and drift another day,
Mile markers passing, gravestones fey,
Dreams once held like children dear
Last seen along the desert way,
Standing on the baked road shoulder,
Staring in mute disbelief at the pulling away,
Awaiting the change of heart, surely,
A regretful glance back, at least—
Left, dry-eyed and hopeful, with nothing
But to watch the defining lines of intent
Merge and melt into the distant liquid lure,
The languorous placidity that laps against
The morrow and morrow,
The eternal someday into which
The only one who might ever return for them
      has disappeared.

~ Quent Cordair

14 May 2020

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Character

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This poem becomes more relevant by the day, unfortunately. Penned in December of 2016, may “Character” inspire reflection, from now through November and on.

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The shuffling line from dock to deck
Turns up the plank to ticket check.
Those early on the rails above
Wave wanly down to ones they love;
A long look down to ones they love.

Mark the ship, her lines and seams,
A welding of designer’s dreams
And builder’s craft—but is she true?
Or will she break against the blue?
How will she fare against the blue?

New captain there, high on the bridge;
A ship so large, his privilege.
It’s whispered that he’s wrecked a few,
Though smaller craft, that much is true;
Not one his fault, that much is true—

Or so it’s sworn by this fresh crew
And owners old with lifeboats new.
All’s well insured with fading ink,
They reassure with touch of drink;
The trembling calms with touch of drink.

The seas ahead are known to swell,
Lift up to heaven, drop to hell,
Loom overhead till pounding down
To crush the air until lungs drown,
With howling winds until lungs drown.

Threatening isles with teething breaks,
A glancing scrape is all it takes
Across a careless bearing laid—
The reckless bet by all is paid;
The helmsman’s due by all is paid.

The wise will eye both ship and man
To measure both with skeptic scan.
The sea cares not for sentiment
Or fervent prayers to heaven sent;
It swallows prayers to heaven sent.

In character of steel and mind,
In ship nor man a weakness find,
On oceans’ floors, if truth be told,
There lies more faith and trust than gold,
There lies more hope than gold.

~ Quent Cordair

“Character” is from the My Kingdom collection of poems, short stories, & short plays for stage & screen, now available in paperback & Kindle editions.

Last Light

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I won’t be laid to rest.
I’ll lay myself down, thank you,
With no pretense of rising again,
All my rising and resting through.
When these curtaining eyes have closed
And this body lies long and still,
I’ll linger yet on the stage
Till after all have gone,
All but the boy in the third row,
The one who looks just like me.
To him I’ll give my solemn, final bow,
And a wink,
Before nodding to the balcony
For the last light
To be brought down.

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