I walk amidst many others
yet, seemingly unseen, unnoticedmy steps are pronounced with intention
loud almost to a stomp
yet, seemingly, still unheard
seems that a song must have
the right melody, the right tunebefore it’s audible to ears
that don’t hear anything
but their own steps,
their own rythm and beat
a tree stands still, a miracle,
yet many eyes walk by
without it being noticed
Its lovely buds and leaves
that breathe for us,
Its bark giving joy to many tiny climbers,
Its fingers so tall they probe the clouds and
a secure abode for our soaring friends
a child’s cry from a lonely
dark space
left abandoned in refusethe mother lays at its little feet
incarnate without a soul
many walk by without a care
what kind of world does this child
caked in dirty tears, see
how loud must I stomp
what kind of song and melodywill greet your ears with welcome
must the tree fall before noticed
how long must the child sit alone
before some ones arms lifts and
embraces it with human empathy
This reminds me of the Peter, Paul, and Mary song, "Blowin' In the Wind." ("How many roads must a man walk down...") Beautifully heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteargh so true, that we are capable of just turning away. and painful to be turned away from.
ReplyDeleteyour poems are so often filled with such angst and pain.
ReplyDeleteThe line that struck me most is "ears
ReplyDeletethat don’t hear anything
but their own steps,
their own rhythm and beat"
I thought that is exactly the problem - everyone so self-absorbed..........a fantastic write, mi amigo. We each need to find and pick up that suffering child.
The pain and truth of this is heartbreaking...amazing write
ReplyDeleteNature gives us beauty but sometimes we don't notice it ~
ReplyDeleteThis imagery though makes me sad:
a child’s cry from a lonely dark space
left abandoned in refuse