A Poem by Beccy

Despite all, there is hope.

The sun is not weak, or pale, or overcast,
nor by our decree, is it losing life;
grass, flowers, trees, show this truth,
as does the pleasure taken by the
leaping of fish; the song of birds.
Those things that man did not make. 

Soon though, it will be time for us to be old,
and in the margins of the mind,
shadows will rise, ambitions depart,
unconsidered by the remaining span.

This will be when sound stops 
and fancy becomes lost beyond 
the boundaries of our knowledge;
when nature takes back her bounty,
with no benediction sufficing
to stem the tide.

It will be likened to a rise of sea
a fall of earth; a great flood
 long awaited miracles 
as pebbles become mountains;
and the passing of everything,
slips like a grain of sand through 
the dark; that only becomes light again,
when the child sleeping warmly abed, rises.

© 2019 Beccy

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This poem means so much to me, I'm warning you, I'm going to be verbose here. All my life, I thought of myself as an outdoorswoman, doing many adventures on foot & bicycle, even riding across the USA. But then I got a neck injury that changed my life. I moved to a cabin in the wilderness becuz that was the only place I could afford on disability. I felt isolated, lonely, trapped, housebound, etc. at first. But then I grew to really embrace the outdoors, becuz that's all I had anymore. After ten years, I see that I was never so much of an outdoorswoman then as now, even tho I can't go out & partake of the wilderness as I used to, but now I'm more in tune with everything, which I was not when I was in performance mode, back in the day. I hate living in pain, but if that's what it took to get me to this level of awareness, then I'll take it. Thanks for such a beautiful poem commemorating all the different ways people thrash thru life & then become reborn without even expecting or trying to! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago

There is hope. I truly believe there is hope. Recent generations have been careless with our planet but it is the human race that will suffer if we do not pay heed to the scientific evidence. Mother nature takes everything back eventually. You only have to look at a disused railway line after a few years to see what happens. Trees and shrubs grow through the tracks and eventually all signs of the railway will disappear from sight. I found this poem quite spiritual. We are insignificant in the overall picture of things, but I think the younger generations have already got a much better understanding of what we have taken for granted. I imagine they will curse the damage that has taken place on our watch. Thought provoking read Beccy..


Posted 1 Month Ago

This is something that weighs upon my heart so heavily Beccy I can feel such a strong mandate to the need for change and I have such a sense of shame regarding what we are (and aren't) doing these days:( I can scarcely imagine lifting my head up to meet the eyes of those we will leave behind and will have nothing to give account of my collective inaction

Posted 2 Months Ago

dearest Beccy... if only we could save our world for
our children and their children. Flowers will be peeking
through everything for years to come, and birds will sing
their beautiful songs. Nature will flourish if only everyone Cares.
truly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago

Beccy, you`ve made me log in to review for the first time in years. I so much admire your courage in broaching a subject in poetry so many of us unworthies have shied away from - the decline ( if not annihilation) of our species. Yet, if one applies logic - or precedent - man has to finally concede his days as the dominant species on this wonderful planet are indeed finite!
As a firm believer that Ghia - Mother Earth - is self-regulating, this clumsy, arrogant race of ours is doing it`s utmost to help restore balance by it`s own misdeeds!
Yes, there is hope ( such a human emotion!), which we tend to transcribe into aspiration that our kids will have more sense than us!
More power to your pen, Beccy.

Posted 2 Months Ago

great poem, Beccy, the circle of life, the old and the child, as pebbles become mountains, and the slipping of time, caught in the same moment, a beginning for some, or an ending,

Posted 2 Months Ago

I fear I am almost there but without any fear or anxiety for myself whatsoever, the ray of sunlight smiling across the screen whilst I savour these words and mid the raging storm outside reinforces my resolve.. tis the others I fret over....

Posted 2 Months Ago

This is a strong, gentle foretelling of our sad demise. Not only of the earth as we know it but also of our personal disintegration. Time for us to be old, in the margins of the mind, shadows will rise, ambitions depart. Unconsidered by the remaining span. Sound stops...fancy lost. So sad, the loss of our minds, the lost of the earth, destroyed by man. But life will continue, be not afeared, nature will find a way.

Posted 3 Months Ago

Beccy, what you've illustrated in this poem is the virtual insignificance of the individual human being, relative to the universe, of course. I read a quote recently that said, paraphrasing, man cannot define the word "forever." The word and the concept is beyond our comprehension. I think the sun ("not weak") and the universe are similar. Our knowledge and influence is much more limited that we might want to acknowledge. Though it's a cliche, "life goes on" - even without us.

Humans have been poor stewards of the land, water, and skies. Still, while our misdeeds might eventually threaten humankind, other life would continue despite us. Since it's a recent topic in the Cafe, I must admit that while I'm aware of the legitimate science, I don't see the need for alarm about humans destroying the planet. We overestimate our influence - the good and bad - on the long-term sustainability of what we know as "life." Yes, hope lives - even if some want to convince us that we're destroying Mother Earth and all her creatures. That's my take on this poem. (Maybe I've captured part of your message here). :)

Posted 3 Months Ago


3 Months Ago

My mind was drifting somewhere between the temporal and the spiritual as I wrote this. I agreed with.. read more
R.E. Ray

3 Months Ago

Many deep thoughts, and pleasantly optimistic. :)

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Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

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