Looking up at my still mountains
I wonder if they're ignorant rocks
Or beautiful savants who know
Earth's song of today
Is not a repetition
But a new rendition
Of earth's humming melody
Projected into future's vastness
Not as a hymn but a dirge
About death in body bags
Life in houses like tombs
For the living who hide
Behind masks disguising fear
Do my mountains know
If tomorrow the earth will sing
A folk song about people's wisdom
Or about that aspect of history
That always remains mystery
With only a 'why?' surviving
For Earthwheel.
I suspect the mountains, the trees, the oceans ARE savants, and wish that we would/could listen to their sage counsel.
ReplyDeleteThere is an aching sadness to your poem. May the strength of the mountains be with you...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Myrna!
ReplyDeleteI am thankful that the mountains will endure....as they have through it all........I love your title of this poem, and the photo of your beloved mountains that mean so much to you. I love the idea of them as savants. They are wiser than we are.
ReplyDeleteMy comment disappeared, I think. I love your title, and your poem and photo of the mountains you love so much. I am hopeful and heartened by my belief that the mountains will endure as they have for so long. I love the idea that they are savants. They are very wise, your mountains.
ReplyDeleteI do believe the earth and life will endure. Human life? That's an open question. We need to change if we wish to survive.
ReplyDeleteWonderful how the same objects take on new meanings (questions, and quests too) as the world beneath our feet changes. Is it our wisdom or foolery it will sing? Well done, and thanks for bringing it to earthweal. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteI love the way the rhythm and rhyming crescendo up in these lines, Myrna:
ReplyDelete‘Earth's song of today
Is not a repetition
But a new rendition
Of earth's humming melody’
And then dips into the ‘dirge / About death in body bags’.
I love the parallel of human wondering of mountains ignorance or wisdom--and the mountains wondering about ours. This poem has a beautiful balance. It may be a sign that we're not all losers after all, that at the group level actions are accumulating, just out of sight of the news. Let us pray.
ReplyDeleteLove this. And love that you have a beautiful mountain that knows the song of the Earth.
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