There are too many fractures
in the fabric of what we are
when talking of the greater.
We let people spill through
into the emptiness.
We mourn and demonise,
plant blame in gardens
not our own
and pretend to learn from mistakes
already repeating.
I wrote one poem for today’s Quadrille prompt before I started thinking about everything that has happened over the last few days. We always seem to be learning our lessons too late and apologising rather than preventing. I hope one day that will change.
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Some lessons the human race seems destined to never truly learn — love and forgiveness chief among them. Nice take on the prompt.
I think that lessons has to be learned over and over … alas.
I really enjoyed this one. Keep up the good work !
Oh! Your ending is SO powerful! LOVE this:
“plant blame in gardens
not our own”
“I hope one day that will change.” As has humanity since day one. But we keep hoping.
Another intense one–you have managed, in both poem, to sneak so much into 44 words.
So very true.
Another great poem using this word “spill”. Planting blame in gardens….oh my. How incredibly powerful this is.
Yes. So true. Some will never learn, I fear.
Love this one too – so true:
‘We let people spill through
into the emptiness.’
Yes, you’d think someone would learn from these tragedies! Thank you for this, Carol.
I love your opening pair of lines. We are fractured. Excellent.
Thank you. It took me a while to decide on those lines but they seem to work.
Yeah.. trUe tHeRe’s
somEthing aBout
spLLing the blood
of 100K or so innocents
and not expecting the
Karma
oF Doom
sooner or later
as the whole
reaps the
sown
oF aLL..
and repeats
as blood agaIN
in vicious cycle
of wash rinse
fear hate
blood
againloss…
LovE onLY
bANd aid
thaT hOlds..:)
Sobering commentary on humanity’s fallen-ness.
Nicely written. Wish I didn’t agree.