For new possibilities
new people,
new places,
there must be a new age.
Transcendentalism
must be reformed,
for this fresh cage
we linger in,
high on
forever.
We run our fingers across the bars;
it's the sound of newspapers
and tabloids, selling.
The noise use to be structured verse;
That was delicate language,
for a rigid, old polite age.
This is a merciless, strange cage
made of the same hands,
gripping each
in isolation
forever.
Only one thing is for sure, although fads come and go and repeat...the nation never goes backward...it is a new revolution and we will adopt it kicking and screaming or otherwise...nice thoughtful write...Coach
I found this poem to be a refreshing change in tone from most of the poems I read because the optimism of the writer comes through. This adds to the value of the poem to the reader and I rewarded the poem with a 9. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hopefully we are coming to an age of some sort of universal understanding. i really liked this 'gripping each other in isolation' lovely but lonely. heads up tens up