We inherit time honoured myths,
But rarely do we deconstruct them.
We seek asylum from present woes
In some artificial Eden or other.
Yet the wastelands of the soul
Stretch further day by day and
The flashing dream of healing
Summer rain seems remote;
Especially in a dry season.
We need new maps to guide us
Towards the unbroken kingdom,
Where Love and Light still reign,
Despite the modern descent
Into darkness and decay.
The spectres of virtual worlds
Now haunt our consciousness.
Perhaps, profound ancient symbols
Can be revived in innovative ways.
Yet we need new maps as
The old ones are not clear any more.
Indeed, their obscure codes are baffling.
They are no longer fit for purpose.
They are tainted by history's follies.
With this in mind, let us open the door
That leads to endless possibilities:
Poetry, art and music as alchemy;
Cross- fertilisation of vibrant cultures.
There is still time to transcend
The past and complete the circle.
I say let a thousand flowers bloom!
Great poem. You have said a lot of positive things in this poem. We need renewal but the old way based on scripture and religion has brought more problems. I agree the problems seems hard because its simple. If we could just love one another unconditionally we will win. If not we are headed for extinction.
Thanks Shaun and Deluke...I truly appreciate your perceptive comments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dominic I believe in that old adage that 'all things come to those who wait' by Lady Currie. All things good and needy and desired by all who truly deserve them. A fine and well written modern poem that is a joy to read from beginning to end. Five worthy shining stars and most deserved for a touch of poetry class. Thanks for sharing and take care my friend.