The things I wonder about are things I write about. The things I write about I wind up by exploring, for one does not know how much one knows until one starts to write.
Ambition
I’m never certain
How I feel about ambition.
I suspect a ‘pro and con’
Existing one inside the other;
A doubtful aim,
Passive as a dream that may be
Based on what’s illusory.
Or like a hurricane
That drives though friendships, kith and kin –
Anything that blocks the way
To his or her supremacy.
A triumph or a trump**?
Does it falsify what ought to be
In inner you and inner me:
Peaceful and in harmony?
Ambition’s song feels somehow wrong;
The canvas of acceptance torn.
One’s always read
One should be lead
By what goes on right now;
The loving of the here and now
The road that leads where you should go.
Ambition spends its time on what can be;
Wasted energies too in a rush
To reach objectives preached eons long gone
Standing for patience, modesty and reason.
I’m not certain how I feel about ambition.
Ambition 2.23.2021 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
**.trump: a verb which means: outshine, outclass, eclipse, surpass, leave standing, concoct, fake, falsify…”
2..ambition: “from the Latin/French ‘ambire’ to go round soliciting, drumming up…A
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