On Being Human
Man's a long way from his tree,
from the narrow range of his cave,
his hunting and gathering spree.
Yet in his being is a clear caveat:
Though clad in fine garb beyond compare
this savage remembers that early beat;
his the tune of the untamed
lying inert yet longing to peak
since a sterile pacing game
replaced his vista of once daring feats.
Yet within his core beats a drum so wild
must ever be invoked a holy adage
to rein the beastly guile.
July 4,1993
Yet in his being is a clear caveat: the tune of the untamed Yet within his core beats a drum so wild must ever be invoked a holy adage to rein the beastly guile. A transformation from the wildness to a refined being From the wild thoughts to a spiritual world Becoming tamed in prayer…….. is it not a divine call of a human being. So i understood your poem dear poetess. Thank you. tony
invoked a holy adage to rein the beastly guile. - from beast to angelic form you know! great aim!
The man has evolved over several millennia and has changed a great deal but has retained some of the old habits in his personae. Thanks for sharing the poem. I quote: Though clad in fine garb beyond compare.... Yes, within his core beats a drum so wild
I'm happy you enjoyed that line. I meant the Yes of the line to be 'Yet. Didn't notice until now...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely philosophical. Witty rendition of words to utmost justice, lovely and insightful. Thanks for sharing Sara and stay enriched.