A chaos hit
a tornado rocked
a cyclone hit the shore
volcano of emotions erupted
The little butterfly was stormed
the flower was blown
the plant uprooted
the sweet home disappeared
after the calamity was gone
all was good
all was healed
at least it appeared to eyes
upon the visions seen
maybe, it was the time to dream
alas
all wasn’t okay
alas
not really like before
when nightmares could disappear
after the sun shone
when memories could fade
over a bar of chocolate
Was everything alright
it retrospected
words of courage were bore inside
it wasn’t time to reconsider the actions tonight
amidst those moments of dilemma beside
it was realised
the mind was wild
yet the body was mild
fragile and broken
tired and heavy
loosing its capacity
Ebbing on waves of challenges that hit the shore
though the mind wished to conquer the world
yet why was soul overwhelmed
why was it scared
why questions layered
why did everyone glare
why did strangers stare
to those apprehensions
to life’s unseen comprehension
lets make some compositions
to sing some voices of opposition
to the world who labels
let us be rebels
for a second of recommend
lets make minutes of amend
one second at at time
one task at a moment
one question in mind
one answer to find
lets take the opportunity
to solve it once at a time
to prepare for unseen calamities
to build and get over those past calamities…..
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2022 02:53
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Brilliant spiller , such strong great words . Loved the read !
Thank you dear Rose
Truthfully poetry is a way of consoling
And at the moment its the poet whose consoling oneself
Everyday the news is showing global scenes of calamities from floods to fires to train wrecks to shootings.....
And of course the virus everywhere.
You said it true - one at a time, that's what we need to do.
Yep
One at a time
We are humans not robot
Like Teddy, I was struck by those lines she brought forward. We were protected back then. Today we are the protectors. Yet the battle to be fought is within the minds of our worlds population. A message to a people we have estranged. Historic acorns of hate have matured and western words are never trusted. And here, at home in the west i ask.... are our words worth trusting?
That’s a thought provoking reply
Now it draws me more deeper inside
'Ebbing
on waves of challenges that hit
the shore
though the mind, wished
to conquer the world
yet why
was soul, overwhelmed
why
was it, scared
*why-question's:
layered'..
(wonderful in its abstract notes
while introducing such, realistically
everyday, themes and relatable ideas)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thank you so much dear Mek
Your kind comments much appreciated
Dear Spiller,
I really swayed with your poem, for a moment, you filled my eyes with the aftermath of a tornado..
But "the Silence and Serenity " after a storm is really needed, at some moments of life..
So let the storm , cyclones, hit our life, to get to a serene atmosphere...
Wonderfully woven poem....thanks spiller..
That advice is very useful dear Vamsi
At times one must look beyond what they eyes show
The vision I guess
So many things could be avoided if man stopped destroying the earth and looked inside themselves to see the truth we all need to realise our problems big or small are made better by good friends and the caring words or hugs from others. Life is for living but to live life we need to heal, ourselves our loved ones our planet, great poem 👍
Thanks dear poet
Healing is essential
Hope we all heal
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