This poem is a direct response to Brian Vos’s Weekly Poetry Prompt, https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/107936767/posts/3853802174. I have only come across his website a few weeks ago, but I’m hooked. Come Friday, I’m ready for whatever prompt there is. This week’s challenge: a title that delivers. I hope I’ve done it justice. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Took me back, well, you’ll see.
De profundis And I kid you not, that’s the kind of meat I chopped and chomped when I was sixteen, seventeen, red raw with angersome angst. Knew it all, of course I did. Everything there was to know, the deepest, darkest truths, I had them covered, me, me, me, the only soul who’d ever gone that deep. Decades came, decades went, and I learned to ask better questions instead of lecturing quick fix answers. Discovered the joy of the journey, of not knowing and never arriving. I leave the meat cleaver alone now. I don’t chop words into solutions, don’t shove them into the thick skin of yet another ‘De profundis’ any more. The world doesn’t need to be preached. What can I offer? The travel journal of my soul. Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. Always playful, curious, accident prone. Wanna come?