Storms rage,
we vanish from the stage,
fires flash and burn
destruction comes at every turn
(Is it ever thus–
what, oh what, is wrong with us?)
in wind and water rising
in troubles of our own devising,
storms rage
But which is more powerful,
love or hate?
Do we build to then negate?
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”
Does the urn remain
when all is lost to rains
or flames?
When we’re destroyed by fear and greed
and people lost we cannot feed
beauty vanishes from past ages,
and still the storm rages
and rages
We hope then,
we long to see
what is and what might be
that magic gently comes
without fanfare, fifes, and drums
in soaring rainbows
in poetry and prose
in all that beguiles
in smiles
or baby’s laughter
(and how we laugh after)
ephemeral and fleeting
but etched upon our hearts,
(still beating)
the humming moon, the singing stars–
forget the wars
remember love,
and cooing of the peaceful dove,
or build the walls
and watch them fall
while the storm rages
and rages–
turn now the pages–
look for the helpers in turbulent times,
search for truth and beauty, magic and rhymes
A late entry for Tuesday’s dVerse hosted by Paul. He’s asked us to write about magic.
I like the searching for magic and rhymes.
Thank you, Frank.
splendid job with the rhymes over such a long poem, the don’t feel forced but add to the dark mood of the beginning and the switch at the end.
Thank you very much!
I think the picture accentuates the poem. We could be mad the power lines are obstructing the view, or we can just enjoy the rainbow anyways.
Good point! Thank you! 🙂
Your title reminded me of Fred Rogers’ comment to help children cope with chaos, “When bad things happen, look for the helpers.”
I’ll say this about magic: I hope hurricane Irma magically winds back into the Atlantic. Not likely to happen, but it would feel magical – and miraculous. The rainbow is a nice touch, Merril.
Ahh–I hadn’t thought about it in the title–perhaps subconscious, Marian, since I did mention the helpers later.
I’m thinking of you and Cliff. I hope Irma doesn’t affect your area too badly. My aunt and cousin live in Orlando, and I have other friends in Florida, too. This aunt and my uncle went through Hurricane Andrew when they lived in Miami.
I used the rainbow photo for another poem a couple of weeks ago. It was definitely magical to see it.
i can’t say much but, wow! 😀
Well, thank you very much for that! 🙂
I do love the magic coming in small steps – may we always be aware
Thanks so much, Björn. Yes.
Wonderful rhythm. I love the last line. (K)
Thanks so much, Kerfe!
Thanks for contributing. I like the cut of the jib of this poem. It’s real and does not put too much onus on the magic to save us. It probably can’t but magic is magic and we can still enjoy and partake of it.
Thank you very much. This is the way I was feeling yesterday.
Magical poetry! 🌈
I like that magic comes without fanfare but shown in simple, natural wonders as baby’s laughter or light refracting in a dark sky from the bright sun. This was particularly lovely in its “beguiling” rhymes, Merril.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Robin!
I’m so happy to read fine writing with joy infused into it, Merril. 🌈
Pathos is also fine and worthy of reading. . .
Thank you, Robin. 🙂
Would that the right people could heed this
Thank you, Derrick.
Nature in her beauty is always there – as in your poetic lines thankbyou Merril🌷🌷
Thank you, Susan!