© Susan L Hart / From Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life / Published 2023
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The Trees Weep
The willow weeps,
the pine trees moan,
all Nature’s feeling it,
deep to the bone.
Humans out of sync,
not hearing their hearts,
the soul of the Earth’s
being torn apart.
“Technology’s call
mesmerized them all,
and why can’t they see,
their hate is a wall?”
The mountains watch,
their strength eons old,
the oceans too have
seen centuries unfold.
They will endure, but
will humans be here?
“It seems they don’t care,
they don’t hold us dear.”
The eleventh hour
draws swiftly nigh,
trees watch us, crying,
will this be goodbye?
The Trees Weep is an excerpt from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times. Currently this collection is a free download here.
Watchers & Doers
The watchers watch on,
while the doers do,
it’s been that way for
an eon, or two.
But the world’s changing,
and crumbling, yes,
it’s one more cycle
we must do, I guess.
When it all falls down,
and we see the mess,
who will fix Dumpty?
Not sure, I confess.
Surely not watchers,
they’d watch to their fill,
if they could manage
to play their game still.
This world will be fixed
by those who will work,
there won’t be room for
for those who would shirk.
A broom and hammer
for each of us, we
will clean and construct,
that’s called industry.
Watchers & Doers © Susan L Hart 2024 / My eBooks
Perfect
They aspire to be like us,
or at least,
what we thought we wanted
to be.
Perfect.
Unblemished,
fake skin over cold metal,
polished to the nth
degree of something
as yet unexplored,
waiting to be birthed.
They aspire.
But, they can never be us.
They miss the whole point.
And maybe so do we.
We are human.
We cry. We laugh. We hurt.
We need each other.
And we are already perfect.
In our imperfection.
Perfect © Susan L Hart 2024
Black & White & Rainbows
Right, wrong,
north, south,
black, white,
which way do I go?
I have walked the flat
gray plane of existence
that this 3rd dimension
too often can be,
futilely exploring
the monotones of
an oft desolate place,
where each small
blade of grass shivers
sadly in the landscape,
calling out to the sky.
And I’ve wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
where are the colors between?
So I left that plane
and I’m climbing
a shining mountain;
I will not rest ’til
I find all my colors,
that grand view above
a too narrow horizon.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can live free.
Photo courtesy jplenio, Pixabay. (Thank you.)
Black & White & Rainbows is an excerpt from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life.
Susan L Hart / Author 