One for the road

One for the road

A Poem by Beccy

There was a time when we loved the sun, 
counted  those unquenchable flames as one 
vast illumination lying deep in the impenetrable 
night; brooked no corruption of its beauty
as it gave life to the little blue dot we call home.

But things, as they do, change; 
we no longer decay serenely
and in the choking of the air, 
the dulling of stars,
hubris shows its withered hand;
and summer is no more the ripening grain,
the scent of apples kissed by sun warmed rain.

So, where do we go from here?
From the unholy precision of progress,
the slick complexity of motor cars;
of foible, fault and fields unsung,
of savage deed and desecrations done,
that chart the glacial shift and slide
that none can stop, yet none wish to abide. 


perhaps we should be brave and call a thief 
a thief, accept our reign as mercifully brief.
For madness is our master now and where 
seeds fly and where they land, have none of 
grace or guidance from my hand;
nor when I speak can I hear my voice ring out,
o'er the winds of change that ever blow about.

© 2017 Beccy

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This is truly beautiful and unique. Loved reading it!

Posted 5 Months Ago

You have crafted something very special here Beccy... truly beautiful, but not only that, you have made the visitor to this page think and to think deeply........................Neville

Posted 7 Months Ago

I really love this! It's an amazingly fresh point of view on a topic that gets a ton of discussion these days. The way you paint the pictures is so romantic & also melancholy. The tone is one of desperation, as if something unspeakably beautiful is dimming before our eyes & we seem to be incapable of changing our destructive course! I do hope humans' reign is mercifully brief -- it would be a blessing if we wipe ourselves off the earth & let other creatures handle the planet from here on out. This is very powerfully stated (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago

Profound perception; eloquent and elegant portrayal.
Madness certainly is our master--and odious changes are being directed from Chaos Central.
Your stunning poetry reveals tragic truth!

Posted 1 Year Ago

i wish we were as advanced with our love for each other as we are with technology----we outsmart ourselves in the mind and in the heart...

alas...we are blown about by the winds...and the changes are in the wrong direction.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Winds of change....they are with us from the day we are born. Indeed, our reign is brief and we must accept that. Very emotional write, Beccy. Good one. Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago

One thing guaranteed in life, is change. Good or bad.
It's going to hit you. Life really does flyby now.
Even in death, there doesn't seem to be any rest.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Oh my oh my. Delightful Beccy - quite sublime. Yes, we are temporary custodians. Like Great Aunt Astri I love 'of foible fault and fields unsung'. Funnily, I'd just come from seeing your feedback on my poem covering similar themes - at that point I was feeling quite balanced; but this feels real and sad.. We're approaching a precipice slightly faster than scientists can find new ways to delay it ... but with maniacs in Washington DC and North Korea we may not need to worry about that much longer ...

Posted 1 Year Ago

Lovely alliterations;- 'foible,fault and fields' and 'madness is our master' and 'grace and guidance'.
An enjoyable poem to read.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Was a pleasure to read this. Painted a lot of intense pictures in my mind and the flow of it made for an easy read. Good choice of words, I love the first stanza, it's quite amazing. Thanks for sharing, was great!

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on July 4, 2017
Last Updated on December 9, 2017



Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

I'm forty one, single and have a lovely twelve year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I had never really been inclined to share my writing until .. more..

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