Friday, February 7, 2014

do you see, do you hear


I walk amidst many others
yet, seemingly unseen, unnoticed
my 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 tune
before 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 refuse
the 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 melody
will 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

6 comments:

  1. This reminds me of the Peter, Paul, and Mary song, "Blowin' In the Wind." ("How many roads must a man walk down...") Beautifully heartbreaking.

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  2. argh so true, that we are capable of just turning away. and painful to be turned away from.

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  3. your poems are so often filled with such angst and pain.

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  4. The line that struck me most is "ears
    that 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.

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  5. The pain and truth of this is heartbreaking...amazing write

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  6. Nature gives us beauty but sometimes we don't notice it ~

    This imagery though makes me sad:

    a child’s cry from a lonely dark space
    left abandoned in refuse

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