Happy new year. I know there are a million poems, but I heard this on the radio on the way home tonight. Apologies for not having as much material lately. I had gotten into this thing where I was posting only new poems for weekend words, and then stopped writing any, and for some reason wouldn't go into the massive internet tome on my cloud. I know, right?
On The Turning Away
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden,
And the words they say
Which we won't understand:
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known;
Unaware how the ranks have grown,
Driven on by a heart of stone,
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night,
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside;
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare,
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
Poetry.org sent me an email the other day asking me to give them money to be a "champion of poetry". I definitely think we ought to support the arts, and I definitely appreciate the content they send me in my email each day. Although I had a to laugh a little, thinking, if this blog isn't "championing poetry" I'm not sure what is! (I'm sure my two readers can appreciate that).
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