Lear, And Darwin Poem by Will Barber

Dark, wise, and very beautiful. A song for a winter night indeed! Write on, Will. Warm regards, Sandra

The tension between hope and despair... to me, this is real, and Hope itself is very real... For mankind? Maybe not. For Eternity? Yes! Perhaps this isn't the point of your poem - a beautifully! written piece. It's what we do with ourselves in the time that we have, and not just for ourselves, which generates a kind of hope. But I take your point, especially as a mother... (Wo) Man is a Ass in many hopeless respects.

a very beautiful written poem will, and well said. we need to do what we can, while we are here, and not waste any time, because it is so short, like a vapor, it is only for a while then it's gone. nice write.

Eloquent and thought-provoking as always. t x

You have tied this all together beautifully. What a shame that the same mental power that allows us to bend the world for sustenance, health or shelter reveals us our mortality.

This 'rules' in my opinion... a 'universal' masterpiece! Absolutely superb by every measure... a brilliant piece of poetry.

Darn Will... you ARE good. Zen

Beautiful interplay of sensory and abstract images to say never, never, never

And those who try to save the race Doom other species in its place. These will be memorable lines for years to come, Will. Very reflective of what has been haunting your heart and mind, what has absented you from the web. We're patiently awaiting your return, a new surge of compassionate pieces. A wonderful poem. Susie xx.

Will. I won't add to the entirely accurate approbations below, save to say that this is an absolute stunner. t x