For the greater good
We pause, fisted hammer
Short on the anvil
Stake this reputation
On the manufacture
On the creation
Of supposition –
Where there were oak
Tree forests, there’s
Now just us, not so
Full of life or yesterday’s
Idyllic dreams –
Pause me, pause away
This painful slice of time
Fast forward past the scene
Until the asphalt meets
The sea –
It comes in waves, washing
Over us, over consciousness
Tearing at our hearts
Our sacred hunger
Drawing on the light
Calling us
Down on the anvil
Down on the anvil
One modicum of grace
El Corazon
great use of language and a really well thought through poem - I enjoyed it, Steve
this is very well said...i wish I had more to write in way of a comment...sorry I'm at a loss for words now... Always, amberlee
And you made us pause from singing our rhymes, clanging our chimes....and think... TO
kelly...i hope we are not late...i am an ecologist and care very deeply about the environment...lovely poem...great flow and theme...love...nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And again the elements play a big part - I particularly like the asphalt meeting the sea!