I cannot stop the wind from blowing
Nor still the ocean’s tide;
A rose will bloom without my knowing
To adorn an Autumn bride.
Yet I can stretch a loving hand
To embrace a frightened child,
By greed its rights denied.
I cannot halt empires from growing
Nor make the rich provide;
A war will rage without foreknowing
To scourge fair countryside.
Yet I can join the crescent throng
Refusing to abide
While innocents have died.
Let this be sculpted on my tomb:
That I did not my eyes blindfold
Nor close my heart to doom,
But rather with a poet’s voice
All shameful deeds retold.
Comments
Hello Gracy
You give the poet the strongest voice. Poets are the dream makers, aren't they?
I would entitle this as "The Dream Makers" or sth like this, Just a thought , yours still works well.
Thank you for sharing,
Hello, Gracy
You certainly do have a poet's voice in expressing your care and concern for humankind and the earth. I'm reminded of the poetry and music of the sixties - words with a purpose.
Thank you!
Lavender
yeah...
I do believe that you would have made a big splash in the sixties. Nice stuff for an open mike night.
~ Gee.
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Hello Rula, that's a good
Hello Rula, that's a good idea for the title. Well, yes, I think poets express in a few lines what philosophers use up whole tomes for wise stuff. Aristotle himself says it in his "Poetics" and probably in "Rhetorics". Not that my poem says all the wise stuff, far from it!
Tx!
Thank you, Lavender. I guess
Thank you, Lavender. I guess I'm a sixties gal... But we have lots of youngsters defending Earth right now, so it's in cycles.
Glad you came by and commented.
Jerry, thanks for the kind
Jerry, thanks for the kind comments. I don't consider myself a wise gal. I wrote this about 30 years ago. I hope it doesn't sound too grandiose.
Looking forward to a duo from you and Lynda.
Hi Geez, thanks, but I'd be
Hi Geez, thanks, but I'd be far too shy for an open mike. Always was. Thank you for your kind comments. All the best and keep indoors.
You shouldn't be...
This is as good as I've ever heard at any open-mike night. Very nice.
~ Gee,
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What beauty lies within Gracy Ma'am just read this
''Let this be sculpted on my tomb:
{{(That) I did not my eyes blindfold
nor close my heart to doom
but rather with a poet’s voice
all shameful deeds retold.''}}
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I wish you permit me to modify it
for my farewell as well