This poem is a search for peace
on a suffering planet.
This poem remembers what we have forgotten:
that we are all one.
This poem has trouble seeking personal peace,
when most of the planet is struggling to survive.
on a suffering planet.
This poem remembers what we have forgotten:
that we are all one.
This poem has trouble seeking personal peace,
when most of the planet is struggling to survive.
This poem is looking at floods,
hurricanes,
wildfires, earthquakes, wars, genocides,
humans and animals terrified and dying.
humans and animals terrified and dying.
This poem feels the pain of Mother
Earth,
of the wild things, of the children,
of the mothers watching their children die.
This poem can’t bask in the sun
while its sisters and brothers,
and the blessed creatures,
and the blessed creatures,
both domestic and wild,
are fleeing for their lives in a world askew.
This poem can’t be all about me,
when the “us” of the world is in need.
are fleeing for their lives in a world askew.
This poem can’t be all about me,
when the “us” of the world is in need.
This poem is a hope and a prayer
for a peace
that swells from the grassroots
that swells from the grassroots
and topples the tyrants.
This poem links hands with those on the ground,
trying to save the lives of those around them.
This poem believes that most of us want peace,
and that we have to build it ourselves,
community by community,
for our leaders have gone mad.
This poem links hands with those on the ground,
trying to save the lives of those around them.
This poem believes that most of us want peace,
and that we have to build it ourselves,
community by community,
for our leaders have gone mad.
I adapted Hannah
Gosselin’s Boomerang Metaphor form for this poem. For Susan’s prompt at Midweek Motiff: Peace. It is hard to hope we will turn this mess around, yet now is not the time to give up. A lot could be changed if one person were removed from office. The nuclear threat would lessen, for example. he is a danger to the world.
It is hard to find peace when most of us have never known it. In all our lives, there has been killing, war and other unspeakable things. I wonder?
ReplyDeleteOh my...these lines got me tearing up:
ReplyDeleteThis poem can’t bask in the sun
while its sisters and brothers,
and the blessed creatures,
both domestic and wild,
are fleeing for their lives in a world askew.
This poem can’t be all about me,
when the “us” of the world is in need.
Very solemn and sad. Yes we can't enjoy while others are suffering...
May every heart sings this song of peace.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is exquisite, Sherry. Thank you for letting it escape from your fingers to take its flight into the world. Maybe one of our "gone mad" leaders will notice its flight, and stop, and wonder. Maybe. One can hope.
ReplyDeletehat swells from the grassroots
ReplyDeleteand topples the tyrants.
Excellent That is absolutely where peace starts at the grassroots. Hope that they are strong and indeed topple the tyrants.
Love how your poem can't bask in the sun to put forwards all Very humble and a great step to peace to come forward for us.
Excellent poem
What a beautiful boomerang of Peace
ReplyDelete"This poem links hands with those on the ground,
trying to save the lives of those around them."
much love...
What a stirring call to 'activism' arms. In a world gone mad, one could write a book simply listing atrocities in need of 'righting'. With all that: you, somehow, managed to express the 'broad strokes' powerfully, in an impactful and compelling and articulate poem. An important piece, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a parachute to help us land safely .... Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Sherry. A favorite of your recent poems. The boomerang metaphor form really works well to get your point across. THIS POEM is beautiful and also a call to action. We have to begin somewhere!
ReplyDeleteWhat I found remarkable about this is it felt like a step outside. As we should step outside.
ReplyDeleteVery well said Sherry, especially on the environmental impact we have. Thanks for sharing your poem with us.
ReplyDelete"This poem is a hope and a prayer for a peace
ReplyDeletethat swells from the grassroots
and topples the tyrants."....May this prayer be granted.
Loved each line... beautiful!! May the world find peace... harmony and love...
ReplyDeleteTotally agree with you.
ReplyDeleteMay there be world peace.
Our leaders have gone mad indeed! It's sad that peace is only something we feel inside for brief moments. Peace is something the world has never seen, and now I think it never will. You are so wise, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteWonderful sentiment Sherry and all you can do as a writer right? We can be activists in other ways too but those who leads us do not think they are in the wrong. Quite the opposite. It will require society to fully breakdown I fear for people to wake up to the fact that they hold the real power already.
ReplyDeleteA world gone mad. The power lies with us....but robots don't feel or think !
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