Turn the Page II
A Poem by
redzone
….going against the wind
Turn
the Page
(Against
the Wind)
As
I grew older,
I
found myself
further
from home,
looking
find shelter
from
raging storms,
and
howling Winter winds.
I want to turn the page.
It
seems like
I
am still writing this poem.
Today,
the
consequences
are
upon us,
as
poisonous weeds grow wildly
everywhere.
I want to turn the page.
Unlike
Germany,
American
fascism
comes
wrapped in Christian fundamentalism
and
the American flag,
with
a businessman at its helm;
god,
country, praise jesus
hallelujah,
amen.
I want to turn the page.
This
poem,
started
before I was born,
has
always been written
against
the wind
and
will continue
long
after I am gone.
I want to turn the page.
Humanity’s
hopes
lie
upon the stage;
fires
raging,
canons
roaring,
while
thunder and lightning
crackle
throughout the night,
as
always,
we
fight against the wind.
I want to turn the page.
To
those who came before,
we
honor;
to
those who come after,
we
are judged.
I want to turn the page.
I
have tried to write,
in
metaphor, rhyme,
sometimes
even in allegory,
the
People’s story.
How
er bravely fought
against
the wind.
Do
we really understand
to
be rid of poisonous weeds,
we
must dig out the roots?
Do
we really comprehend,
to
experience a rosy dawn,
we
must make it through the night?
Do
we really know that
to
get to the eye,
we
must go against the wind?
I want to turn the page.
Aztec
Warrior/redzone 1.21.20
© 2020 redzone
Author's Note
....thanks for reading, also reposted the first poem 'Turn the Page'
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This poem feels more like the desperation I feel at the way things don't improve & that page just won't turn. It's like the first poem presented things more coolly & with reason, whereas, in this poem, I feel the impatience for making something positive happen. The most brilliant line: "I am still writing this poem" . . . that is so brilliant, I'm very envious. It's such a succinct way to say it. And you, of all the poets I know, get to claim this poem, you write on it so often & so well! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 12 Months Ago
Humanity’s hopes
lie upon the stage;
fires raging,
canons roaring,
while thunder and lightning
crackle throughout the night,
as always,
we fight against the wind.
A masterrpice, Curt. Not to worry though ... the wind carries us all along whether we are aware of it or not.
Posted 1 Year Ago
Humanity’s hopes
lie upon the stage;
fires raging,
canons roaring,
while thunder and lightning
crackle throughout the night,
as always,
we fight against the wind.
A masterrpice, Curt. Not to worry though ... the wind carries us all along whether we are aware of it or not.
great song....this poem begs the question to me...are we running against a wind that we have created for ourselves...can we get out of our own way...
what we built in this country...fascist America...The Age of Aquarius stomped out by the heavy feet of materialism...commercialism...technology...
we are ruled by it....as Terrance Mann would say "like an army of steamrollers"---
j.
Posted 1 Year Ago
great song....this poem begs the question to me...are we running against a wind that we have created for ourselves...can we get out of our own way...
what we built in this country...fascist America...The Age of Aquarius stomped out by the heavy feet of materialism...commercialism...technology...
we are ruled by it....as Terrance Mann would say "like an army of steamrollers"---
j.
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