Hello, dear readers!
Once again, I've lapsed in posting. Since my last blog post, we've moved to a new house, started soccer, finished the spring semester of co-op, and settled into new routines. But here I am! With a brand new blog post! So here's some poetry that's been stuck in my head for the past week.
Don't worry, this first poem is heavy, but there are softer ones afterward.
Antidote
Where is the antidote?
Where is the cure?
Are these problems real
Are we ever sure?
Here we go again
More gunshots in a safe place
More children hurt
More families torn
Here we go again
Another night of darkness deeper
Than the absence of sun
A night of fear, a night of unrest
Where is the antidote?
Where is the cure?
Are these problems real
Are we ever sure?
The problem is people are seen
Only as stastistics, "the majority of the population"
They forget we are humans with minds of our own
They forget we are people, broken, and with dreams
"Do not go quietly into that good night"
Truth-seekers are discouraged from their pursuit
If too many people know the truth
They will rebel
Rebel,
Against those who seek corrupted power
Rebel,
Against the misguided rules
Are the rebellious right?
Where is the antidote?
Where is the cure?
Are these problems real
Are we ever sure?
We are all misguided
We follow each other
And nobody knows where they're going
There are far too many lost sheep
Is there an antidote for the problems surrounding us
Are we all just going in circles
But look, we are good, we help others,
We restore other's faith in humanity
Who doesn't have hope for the future?
But who knows where we're going?
And all the questions are drowned out by the cries of others;
It's not fair, it's not right, we must be heard
We want equality but we're bringing the other side down
We want safety but we're fighting over guns
We want knowledge but we're allowing strife in schools
We want hope but we're destroying our country with hatred
Where is the antidote?
Where is the cure?
Are these problems real
Are we ever sure?
I'm no longer sure where this poem is headed
I don't have political views
I try to avoid getting involved in current events
But these things have been stuck in my head, I want to let them out
I'm looking on as if from the outside
I see the destruction we're causing
But I am not blinded to the good side,
The side that leads us to stand up for others
The side that tells us to pay for that person's food
The side that lets us forgive and forget
The side that leads us to professions such as doctors, nurses, policemen
The side that gives us justice and a longing for peace
A longing for peace.
That's what's driving us
We just want peace
We want to be okay
But there is hatred that seems stronger than peace
It seems to drown it out, quench it in blackness
But, in the small moments of the morning, in grey dawn light
In the last moments of sunlight, painted with gold, purple, pink streaks
In the stillness of the mountains
In the vast stretch of meadows
In the silence of the caves
In the life of the forest
Here we find peace, it is not gone
It has only retreated, hiding, till the day
The skies break open and we go home
It's only waiting
There is an antidote,
There is a cure,
There are problems, yes,
To be sure
But we can be okay
We can be safe
We can have knowledge--
We can have peace.
Poetry
There's poetry in my brain and I can't get it out
The worst writer's block I can have
Poetry is crashing like ocean waves in my head
And I cannot get it out
Something about the galaxies, yes
Inspired by Sun, by Sleeping At Last, that band I recently discovered
It's there--
"That we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes"
In those lyrics I find peace, because hey,
The universe was made for us,
The universe was made for me
So that I can be facinated by it, and by the nature of it's creator
Why not find peace in that?
I am loved by more than human hearts
Humans are fickle, they change easily, I know mine does
But the hands that created stars and galaxies beyond my imagination? They're so much more steady!
I love this band, they express my poetry better than I
I just can't get it out of my head, what to do?
Oh, look,
Somehow I wrote it
I wrote poetry! And listen,
The ocean waves in my head are quieter
It was driving me crazy
But look, these words on the page
They said what I wanted to say!
And I wasn't even planning on it
It just kind of happened
That's poetry for you.
Moon
(Inspiration: https://youtu.be/NALeI_SVNgE )("Moon" by Sleeping At Last)
Silver
Grey
Slate
Shadow
Round, glowing in my window
Peaceful against tossing tree branches
Obscured by a silver cloud, now reappeared
Sending threads of sound into the Earth
A soft song, ethereal
Heard only by people like me
The sleepless, gazing out the window
The dreamless, with pale moonlight on their face
It brings peace to those with darkened hearts
Brought down by the earth's gravity
It lifts, with gravity undone,
The souls blackened by the dust of the earth
And like a soft rain
Its light falls on the skin
Brightens upturned eyes
Caresses broken hearts
Silver
Grey
Slate
Shadow
A round, glowing moon watches the night.
