MAN ONLY KNOWS ONE
SEASON
Ponds losing winters ice that barely went aught
beyond the banks offering only the shallowest cover
the currents swirling driving ‘neath the dour thoughts.
Buds on trees are silently unseen now forming
but spring’s thaw still out of touch just hovers
with questions of if ever comes again a warming.
People, in the heart of every soul in all seasons,
are going against the wont climate of lovers
for the fears now destroying thoughts and reasons.
Summer rises freezing solid hearts of them
iced over by each hoary frosty thought that mothers
the birth within of distrust of everything human.
Telling in worship all fell, fallen, still falling away
from the kindness once felt brother to brother,
seasons all now gone far afield, long astray.
It has become ever easier as we, dubious species, employ,
It has become ever easier as we, dubious species, employ,
massive season upon season built hidden walls caged plovers
never allowed to dance free again on the shore of boundless
joy.
Such are the hatreds and fears that have shredded most all human kindness,
Such are the hatreds and fears that have shredded most all human kindness,
giving way from hearts of passed down understanding of love
for others
in this era, these times, all our expectant cravings,
passing viral among us.
© M Durfee
3/14/16© M Durfee
Hate is more viral than love it seems.
ReplyDeleteYour comment is filed under human nature Charles.
DeleteDepression is contagious? Oh.
ReplyDeleteAround here March isn't Spring. It's Muddy Snowbank Season.
I wish my antipathy could be classified under depression Alice but it is anger, a storm that rarely ceases. I am not enamored of who I have become as I have aged yet I see clearly the necessity of being that person.
DeleteMark, this is so beautiful to read, but I do not understand it as well as I would like. When we meet up maybe we can discuss. xo
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DeleteI have a $5 Bigby's card Jodi. I scammed it off my banker.
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