The title is both humorous Motley Choir and sad because this Motley Choir have no song.
If we could not see the humor in this crazy world we would all go nuts. Below my interpretation of your poem, for what it's worth-
There is a sense of clarity here.The poet seeing through the sheer emptiness of it all- the false, the artificial, the shallow. Most people resist this kind of seeing but the poet is willing to look.Even on this moonlit drive there is no escaping theses shadows.And yet time and space no longer matter it seems as though the poet has distance, freedom for he is the one that sees.
Yes we must see the humor or we are doomed. I have a book by Douglas Fairbanks called Laugh and Live. The joke is I won't read it. I am too busy laughing and living. Each laugh is a victory. A defiant exclamation of our resilience. Perhaps we are the pinnacle of creation. The universal wonder echoing laughter in the face of creation. This poem is the dark side that makes us appreciate the light. Yes so profoundly true we must see the humor. You encapsulate because you understand and I can congratulate myself because I understand that you understand. Where has circumstance landed us Norah? Right where we are, open eyed and content within a balance. Not the balance of a trapeze walker but the balance of a swallow's tipped wing. Time will consume the careful and courageous alike. Humor is courageous, laughter triumphant.
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The title is both humorous Motley Choir and sad because this Motley Choir have no song. If we could not see the humor in this crazy world we would all go nuts. Below my interpretation of your poem, for what it's worth- There is a sense of clarity here.The poet seeing through the sheer emptiness of it all- the false, the artificial, the shallow. Most people resist this kind of seeing but the poet is willing to look.Even on this moonlit drive there is no escaping theses shadows.And yet time and space no longer matter it seems as though the poet has distance, freedom for he is the one that sees.
Yes we must see the humor or we are doomed. I have a book by Douglas Fairbanks called Laugh and Live. The joke is I won't read it. I am too busy laughing and living. Each laugh is a victory. A defiant exclamation of our resilience. Perhaps we are the pinnacle of creation. The universal wonder echoing laughter in the face of creation. This poem is the dark side that makes us appreciate the light. Yes so profoundly true we must see the humor. You encapsulate because you understand and I can congratulate myself because I understand that you understand. Where has circumstance landed us Norah? Right where we are, open eyed and content within a balance. Not the balance of a trapeze walker but the balance of a swallow's tipped wing. Time will consume the careful and courageous alike. Humor is courageous, laughter triumphant.