There were poems flowing
Like young spirits in blank space
Whispering quietly
About what is
These poems are changing
Growing up
To shout
Growing up
To shout
A woven mix of wise artful words
Not gently nudging truth
Or guiding a nebulous path
But joining in solidarity
With all the blatant messages
This earth's already shouting
About our need to
Pause
Reflect
Pause
Reflect
Reject
Perfect
What we've been doing
Perfect
What we've been doing
The earth knows that we know
What harmony can be
If her creatures could be free
To exist naturally
I know these spirit poems
Are maturing
Into a healthy creative future
Into a healthy creative future
Their whispers
Now shouts
Are getting much louder
Now shouts
Are getting much louder
I'm listening, believe me I am listening, but I fear I, we, will soon not be heard...and life will return to what we perceive to be normal...
ReplyDeleteDo hope I am wrong.
Stay safe.
Anna :o]
Wonderful, Myrna. The prompt at Toads is similar: this time of reflection hopefully leading us to making some serious changes.
ReplyDeleteHow I hope that more of us DO listen - and pay attention to what we hear.
ReplyDeleteYet another beautiful poem - for which I thank you.
A wake-up call. Listen!
ReplyDeleteListen indeed!💝 This is such a heartfelt, beautiful poem, Myrna! xo
ReplyDeleteShe is certainly screaming. And most of us are so stuck so deep in our own existence, that we don't even notice that the place that makes it possible is unhappy. Or worse, perhaps we all notice... but some don't care.
ReplyDeleteLove it how the spirits of poems sending messages Love the line "Like young spirits in blank space"
ReplyDeleteShout out! I agree our poems are growing up. Love the building rhythm that ends with just "listen."
ReplyDeleteThe new normal has us reflective, grateful and attentive will it sustain us back to the 'old normal' or new old normal.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today Myrna
Much💙love
The more people (poets, activists, artists, politicians, scientists, doctors ……) that add their voices to the call-to-listen (raised from whispers to shouts) … the greater the eventuality is, that: we will be heard. An inspiring articulation.
ReplyDeletePoems from the spirit of the natural world, if we should listen. The call is clear if we could only understand.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed how you expressed this. Thank you.
I love the phrase ‘woven mix of wise artful words’, Myrna, and the idea of spirit poems ‘maturing Into a healthy creative future’. I just hope that, now they’ve learnt to listen, people coming out of lockdown will continue to do so.
ReplyDeleteOh, may all listen!
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of poems growing up and finding their voice and a collective scream....
ReplyDeleteyes, the voices are getting louder! I like the confidence and energy in this poem.
ReplyDeleteWe've got to keep adding to the voices, so that our cries will be too loud to ignore any longer.
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