Notice of absence from BaHons Nana Z Debenham
Be patient with me.
Be patient with me.
First, a spark in shadowed mire
a flicker, vague, of "what is here?"
No word for "self," no sense of "fire,"
just instinct guiding, sharp and dear.
Then came the pause,a glance at sky,
a stone held tight, a thought that grew
"this rock is hard, that stream runs by,
and I am not the earth I knew."
Words bloomed next, like flowers in rain,
tying moments to a thread.
We counted stars, we tamed the grain,
and learned that fear could be unsaid.
Now we map the very atom,
dream of worlds beyond our own
yet still carry that primitive rhythm,
the beat that led us from the stone,
to see, to know, to reach, to care
from dark to light, we rose aware.
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Nana Z Debenham (Pseudonym) (
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Well written, your poem explores the evolution of human consciousness, from primitive awareness to the complex understanding of the world and oneself. It reflects on the journey from instinctual survival to intellectual and emotional awareness, highlighting the importance of language and connection to the natural world.
The development of our awareness through time. A wonderful piece with great rhyme and meter a fave
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