Antique plates on the mantle'
Separate along cracks,
Grind and fail without notice
Like simmering disunity.
Impact of the upheaval
Radiates a tsunami of despair,
Destroyed wealth and heirlooms
A loss to reach and touch
Unborn generations.
But the limitless capacity
To care for our siblings
May rekindle harmony,
Strengthen family,
And build new traditions.
3/1/2005
How true! limitless capacity To care for our siblings May rekindle harmony I would add dear friend that our sibilings could be every living thing on Earth. Maybe those plates too, why not? You shared another great poem, thank you!
i could use a little help from the poet to explain the meaning(s) here. i appreciate, at least, the punctuation to separate the sentences. without understanding it i really can't appreciate it much, but, as always, thanks for sharing.
That's really sensitively written with hope built into it too, great poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Subtle double edged meaning, writing which on one way has me considering the man made antiques, the other man created (I guess) suppose distruction. One small, fragile. Almost insignificance apart from personal attachment the other a worrying threat to remind us how insignificant and helpless we are. Great piece Danny. Ty for sharing. Karen