quickening winds

whisper sublime,


"the future is in the grass..."


all the earth is heavy-laden,

laboring to bear the seeds of rape

and the stillborn fruit

of robberies unredressed


--all the living race of man,

progenitor to what

must be trampled and bound

to fire like straw.


stoop low and lend

your ear to the

swelling ground--


hear the great rumbling,

and for it, they say,

the great day coming


when mortal men can

no longer silence the tale

of misbegotten deeds

to future crimes unfound.

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Sun 18th Dec 2016 23:40

Hey there, Suki..whether we like it or not--I believe you're right. Whether we actually evolve is beyond my capability to predict--one can only hope. I do know that some learn from suffering, others learn to inflict it to get what they want. And, I never forget that war is waged in more ways than one.

Good to hear from you.


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suki spangles

Sun 18th Dec 2016 03:18

You never know elP. Poetry like this is affecting because many of us feel this way. Perhaps a critical mass will achieve what seems impossible - or something truly remarkable that might sweep it all away. We are heading towards something whether we want it or not..


Fri 16th Dec 2016 23:57

Thanks for your comments, LCPTB and Ray.

Golijov has been a favorite of mine for several years now--in fact, since I happened upon this very piece. The elevated blend of folk traditions heard in many of his compositions (Arabic, Sephardic, Yiddish, Spanish, Latin American) is very attractive to me. I'm glad you both enjoyed it.


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Fri 16th Dec 2016 22:21

A very worthy and fine poem indeed that seeks to describe the indescribable and like all profound questioning asks us all to ponder horrors and hopes elP
The music is so perfectly matched.



Thu 15th Dec 2016 22:23

Thanks, Martin.

I wanted to dedicate this to all of the terrible history (recent and otherwise) I've read about and witnessed through the eyes of others over the years. One might get the idea that events would reach a sort of "critical mass" and things would blow all to hell. But then, I suppose they do. It just seems that the people pulling the strings are safely hidden from harm while the powerless are left to suffer for crimes they didn't commit.

Anyhow, I had to listen to a piece of music of which I'm very fond after posting this. I feel that its essence captures (in a microcosm) the gathering momentum I tried to convey in the writing..


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Martin Elder

Wed 14th Dec 2016 23:40

There is a fabulous almost classic turn of phrase on such a meaty and evocative subject here elp
love it

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