Parade of Souls

I stumble to make sense of senses
senseless course
perceptions abstract
does a semblance
this order take?

my intent to stand off to one side
to watch the procession go
where do they go?
shall I follow?

they seem to celebrate
they march as the soldier
this celebration, symptom
or cure?

I am no doctor of reputable fame
no prognosis I make
one moment I know
the next I wonder

this bemused cycle arrests
it holds my course to ponder
no station yet I hold
does this aid or impede?

they march and the crowd cheers
I look to see whence they came
still more come
I look to see their destiny
they march on in front of me



Written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 3, 2011
all rights reserved

Poetic Sojourn


About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is?


  1. I love this subject matter, and the subject of your whole blog. Thanks for the positive thoughts.


  2. ty Mollie. I’m glad you found me and glad you liked of course.

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