Poetry – Page 110 – Picking Up Roots

Slowing Down

slow down your days
Earth spins at a constant pace -
           we are always running

Such is Living

I will die,
but first I must live -
fill my days with life;
with feeling and good works -

one day I will join the sunset,
becoming a purple bruise of the memory,
until those who remember
join me beyond the horizon

such is living

Ignorance

when we look up,
finally having torn ourselves
away from the screen,
which has distracted us
from the carnage
of our existence,
will we recognize
the hand we played
in the world's destruction:

in our longing for belonging,
in our striving to meet the expectations
seen on screen -
by having and consuming -
we have devoured the world
and our selves with it -

or will we see nothing;
the transgressions of today
forgotten in the immediacy tomorrow,
so we may rest
with the false innocence
of ignorance