Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Found Poem: Poets in the Sky

This is a found poem dedicated to David Bowie, Leonard Cohen, Prince, Umberto Eco and Elie Wiesel. 2016 has been hard on us, here on planet earth. I feel like the words of these lost ones have something important to say to that. (Most phrases from the writings / lyrics of the five, with some linking phrases from me).

All collective judgments are wrong.

Oh yes:

It's too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
These are the final days, this is the darkness, this the flood
And there is no man or woman who can't be touched

the sun that pins the branches to the sky
bleeding all over the future as it daily dies

Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise
this world dominated by disorder and decay

The poor stay poor, the rich get rich 
That's how it goes 
Aristocrats on a mountain climb
Making money, losing time

I wish there was a treaty we could sign
It's over now, the water and the wine
We were broken then but now we're borderline

Fear prophets and those prepared to die for the truth
Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes.

And yet:

even though it all went wrong.

little scraps of wisdom spark the heart
tiny shadows gesturing at a new start

times are changing

It's time we all reach out for something new

Hope is like peace -
we want it so much we will it here

A dream is a scripture.
Sometimes, the truest one.

I have tried in my way to be free:
To show not what has been done, but what can be

There are victories of the soul and spirit
to be prised from hands of ice

This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.

The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday -

- Kathy, 16/11/16

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