Talking to You

People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!

Challenging the Sun ~ Philip Brent Harris

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Sitting watching fog roll past, wispy now.
Closer to the ground, blowing in the wind.
Plants grow, with or without us, somehow.
Weeds, hardiest of the mix, bow and bend.
So every day tells our fortune; we pretend.
Wonder how many more, we give or lend?

Closer to the ground, blowing in the wind
could describe our lives, how we’re living.
Hiding tears we made, in need of mending.
Tears shed as we walked away from giving.
Faced by a graffitied wall and cookie cutter
shanty castles cause me to curse and mutter.

Plants grow, with or without us, somehow.
Trees, centuries older than us; we cut down.
More life in the canopy than we know now
So smart we’re dumb and claim the crown.
Still, crowns lose heads upon which they sit
Felled like a tree, and yet we do not learn it.

Weeds, hardiest of the mix, bow and bend.
They’ll linger longer after we have vanished.
Future I cannot predict or even  apprehend.
This extinction or the next, we’re banished.
Fog comes, grass grows, and the sun burns.
They’ll cease existing after their final turns.

So every day tells our fortune; we pretend
we’ll live ever, since we declare we should.
We hear the message, how the way wends.
Pitiful creatures lost in the vanished woods.
A future being may find a bone or artifacts.
Ask who were we? No clue, nothing intact.

Wonder how many more, we give or lend?
May be taken from us, less than an instant.
If I yearned for money or simply a friend,
would I claim life entire, have life I recant?
Each day I awaken, to know my life is new
I would spend it gladly just talking to you.

~~~~~

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment 

Unite the World!

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Challenging the Sun ~ Philip Brent Harris

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One comment

  1. I love the themes of this poem. Particularly the concept of how “Plants grow, with or without us, somehow.” Nicely done.

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