In the hum of a bee a secret hidden from humanity, nature's charity
Avarice the human trait, kindness does oblate as weeds of austerity
Leaves create our air, bees their honey share while we enslave
A lover's body we possess, chained love profess, our initials engrave
Owner of land, heart and hand, sealed with a golden band of greed
A selfish breed indeed to pull another's love seed as a weed
One under the same sun, brothers all from mothers, who carried us inside
Sons and daughters of fathers who in rapacious slaughters died
There's nothing owned only by nature loaned, to be returned
Do our hands water hold, or air our fingers mold, much less love capture to be spurned
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Online) - Published: October 29th, 2025 03:26
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Ooh! First comment! Yay! I don't mean this in the religious sense, but my friend, I feel the preacher and the poet walking side by side hereβ¦you remind us that what we grasp most tightly was never ours to own. Well done and truth.πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Thank you Tristan for the read and comment. Yes, not in any religious sense but in a philosophical sense we own nothing, not property or even love given, we share all with others and the cosmos. In this sense we should share just as nature does in order to survive as a species. No decision independent. Pushed and driven as water or wind.
Good write SB. The last line - one said to me, 'That idea will never hold water'. I replied, 'Neither will this sieve that I'm trying to collect water in!' Doh! lol.
Thanks Orchi for the read and comment. Yes I too have tried the old sieve to gather water and the wind with a butterfly net that I emptied into a mason jar.
It sounds like the religious tone of an eco-friendly preacher !
Thanks Lorenz ah yes a communist priest dividing the eucharist.
So deep this Poem, and a serious message.
Well Said.
Thank you Kevin for the read and comment it is most valued
Brilliant.
Thank you Thomas I appreciate the visit and kind word of support
For those who might follow me here, take note, for herein there lies truest meaning to questions so oft sought .. In truth we both arrive and depart naked and with nothing owned .. sprinkled with a touch of zen .. perhaps .. Neville πππ
Deepest gratitude my friend for the read and generous words of understanding. They are always most appreciated.
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