She understood the course she had to chart
But roads are often built with twists and turns;
Our lives are rarely straight but bent and curved
And so the road and chart were worlds apart.
She made her plans with care and never thought
That chaos ruled our lives the way it did;
To know there is no rule we first must rid
The lies that we are sold and we have bought.
We are not governed by the gods or fate:
A pendulum must feel some turbulence.
Allow that roads and maps are meaningless -
Not all that's bad is balanced by the great.
How can we plan when ev'ry year we're spun
A thousand miles per hour 'round the sun?
* A Bowlesian (or Australian) sonnet has an
ABBA CDDC EFFE GG rhyme scheme.
I didn’t know that Bowlesian sonnets existed. It a really fitting form for the poem.
Depending on the state of mind could go very deep. The first time I read it as how mother nature is naive, and the only thing she wants is to have balance. To be free of the chaos and the harm us humans are causing.
Then I read this again, and it was very sad to me. Trying to live, ends up as trying to survive. We know that it’s impossible for anything to go as planned, yet we still do. Yet we hope, and it hurts every time.
So much depth in this, and love that I learned something by this, as I had no idea of the "Bowlesian sonnet". Also, the title is catchy and beyond fitting for this poem. It made me think of "Journey to the center of the earth" for some reason. We can be the most careful, think we're the most clever, yet chaos (from the world or our own faults as humans) can so masterfully unravel what we had planned.