Everything fades to dust
eventually,
the wheels of progress turn
inevitably.
The elders of the tribe
woefully
remember times not lived
respectfully.
History keeps secrets
illicitly,
of the big lessons doled
heartlessly.
The past is only known
truthfully,
by the ones who lived it
successfully.
If young people listened
graciously,
to the old wisdom learned
painfully,
together they could build
splendidly,
a new vision that’s forged
lovingly.
Melding © Susan L Hart 2023
Humanity’s a
wallflower, sidelined,
waiting for a dance.
Worn shoes, shabby frock,
her sad eyes have seen too much.
“Who would dance with that?”
The crowd parties on,
make-busy taking selfies,
tries to ignore her.
She’s irritating,
that girl waiting for her chance,
hoping for a dance.
Overindulgence,
the laughter now rings hollow,
the clock strikes brittle.
Someone looks over,
overcome by compassion,
can bear it no more.
Extending their hand,
Humanity stands to dance.
(Crowd’s silent snicker.)
Slowly, gracefully,
wisdom learned, eons shine in
Humanity’s moves.
The tired crowd watches,
perhaps there’s something to that
girl who wants to dance.
Mesmerized, new thoughts
energize the soul-weary,
move them to the floor.
Humanity’s dream!
She just wanted the chance to
teach them how to dance.
The Dance, a multiverse haiku © Susan L Hart 2023
There are times when the world is rearranging itself. And at times like that, the right words can change the world. ~ Orson Scott Card
What if some of the right words are slipping through the cracks of censorship? How would we know?
And the bigger question for me right now is, do most people even care?
If we as individuals commit to a society where we take responsibility for our own words (that is, we are not going out to willfully hurt others with them), then we and our words will sort themselves out. Do we need “parenting” by an external authority?
Sweet silver vision,
dark mirror prince kisses you,
wooing the Goddess.
What else evokes romance that is quite like moonlight? I speak not simply of love or lust, but also the quicksilver beauty of everything the Goddess touches.
She works her spell, reviving the mystery and magic of life. Just as the Sun nourishes and energizes, the Moon soothes and sparks our dreams.
No wonder the lake prince adores her. Which does make me wonder, does she love him in return, or just herself in his mirror?
“A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.” (Henry David Thoreau)
Moonstruck © Susan L Hart | From Our Beautiful Earth
That round evil man
with his shallow pretty face
leers from my wall.
Cruelly and incessantly,
he chips away at my life
with his sharp little pick-axe.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
My days mete out
in an endless dribble of
tasks and responsibilities,
and he watches me.
Be on time, get it right!
Get up again, do it again.
and again, and again, and again.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
I thought he was my friend
that insidious little man,
Mom said he was!
Just dress for success,
always be on time,
and your life will be right.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Then one day I woke up
and my life felt all wrong.
Where are my dreams
you cunning little man?
You stole them while
I toiled to your
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Oh poacher of my hours!
Is there time for me?
Still hope for me?
The Me you took while
I played by the rules,
always obeying time.
And that smug little man
with his false pretty face
just stares coldly at me
from his unfeeling wall.
Silent he is, but for
the relentless
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Tick-tock Madman is a selection from Becoming Bigger: In a world that wants to keep you small © Susan L Hart
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