applying what is read to the realities outside



the poem appeals

to hope
to strive
to find
to yield

we should be so lucky as to call a final voyage
and then at the dock find
the ready ship


thinking “Ulysses” by Tennyson



Frodo departs

the wound never healed
did it
Weathertop
nice name for tn outlook more than
a small battle
in
the night when all we hoped for
in our travel was
food cooked in our fire
and rest
after

but they came
and not
for the sullen hero on our side
would
have prevailed and did
so far as to lave a wound
that
has not healed not in the land behind
these shores

and so after
all the travail even of
victory
it must be time to go for now not qualifying
anymore
if
ever was to stay
to live through future parties
beneath the large tree
now
a park
as all might grow anew after the war

and yet
departure for
the ones who bore the most
it seems
with
promise of a haven
behind blurred lines
as
surf and land compete
even for the sure place behind of
healing
and
other blessings


near the conclusion of The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien



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