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Treasured Times
It began slowly, one at a time
the arrival of thunderous rumbles
crescendos of sound
blurred streaks in various shades
tearing through the tranquility
black
black & white
brown
brown & white
white
add to the frenzy and loss of order
the long coat queen of the land
equal instigator to the bedlam unfolding
I sat and marveled at the sight and sound
memories of long ago
these similar times encountered
before the influence of ugliness
from thoughts and words
beyond my control at the time
destroyed the joy
is this the destiny of humankind
knowing it should be
I can wish, teach, and lead
in every way possible to assist
that it finally comes true
It then crossed my mind
part of the reason why
it is taking so long in coming
is the fact I take note of the various shades
and it is then I pray for forgetfulness to do so
Published 14th Oct 2018
Author's Note
Thoughts while observing five 2nd grade boys
of varied ethnic ancestors, all present day friends
without a worry, playing together along with our pet Lab,
during a sleepover here at the house.
of varied ethnic ancestors, all present day friends
without a worry, playing together along with our pet Lab,
during a sleepover here at the house.
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14th Oct 2018 6:22pm
This is so thoughtful and touching. The way you have written it is subtle and graceful. Really enjoyed this reverie Terry.
Daniel
Daniel
16th Oct 2018 5:08pm
It is one of my shortcomings, one I struggle to overcome,
for I know it impedes my progress in becoming a better person.
Thank you for your kind words, Daniel
for I know it impedes my progress in becoming a better person.
Thank you for your kind words, Daniel
15th Oct 2018 4:04am
A subject worth perusing now and again...
someday perhaps we will become less
concerned with differences and start looking for more similarities. Ely
someday perhaps we will become less
concerned with differences and start looking for more similarities. Ely
16th Oct 2018 5:09pm
You are spot on, poetess.
When I'm no longer conscious of the difference, I will have moved closer to where I wish to be.
Thank you, Ely
When I'm no longer conscious of the difference, I will have moved closer to where I wish to be.
Thank you, Ely
16th Oct 2018 8:14pm
...and thank you amorous...
we will get better and better...
until we achieve parity...
because the world wants to be
in balance... Ely
we will get better and better...
until we achieve parity...
because the world wants to be
in balance... Ely
25th Oct 2018 9:53am
what an apt title Teri!
and for us...passersby like this one indeed
each day and moment spent
in the company of Friends, Wise and Gifted friends is indeed a treasured one!
i commend this ink
and the heart, mind and soul behind this ink
yes. the color of the ash and the dust remains the same
once we return to the nought again
thank You dear Poet!
you show us with example
poetry is way much more than
just expression of individual love and grief
thank You Teri!
and for us...passersby like this one indeed
each day and moment spent
in the company of Friends, Wise and Gifted friends is indeed a treasured one!
i commend this ink
and the heart, mind and soul behind this ink
yes. the color of the ash and the dust remains the same
once we return to the nought again
thank You dear Poet!
you show us with example
poetry is way much more than
just expression of individual love and grief
thank You Teri!
26th Oct 2018 5:42pm
I believe the hue of us along with the dust has always been the same, from what was, is, and what will be. It is only the lens we choose to view through that colors our sight.
Thank you, brother
Thank you, brother
