a poem is a sermon
The road is long and runs for miles between two fields on either side: one, sown with soybeans in long files The other, fallow, flat, and wide. Each season, nature must decide which one will yield the greater crop; while neither seeks to be on top it’s still a competition.
If you would change the world, you must
believe it can be done, of course,
and with your entire being, trust
that it needs changing. Do not force
your will upon a stubborn horse;
instead, with gentle words and grace
seek out resistance at its source:
for each small thing, a time and place.
I don’t believe that gods watch us at all, or bother with our lives in any way; only our effort makes or breaks our fall. Perhaps it gives us hope, such folderol, or cheats fear-mongers of their gruesome play. I don’t believe that gods watch us at all. The truth is that no matter who […]
A moment’s span is very little time; a single blink and half of it is gone. Not long enough to make ambition’s climb, a moment’s span is very little time, which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime. On such small pegs, life’s hat is hung upon. A moment’s span is very little time; a […]
Is love a thing that lasts, or a mere trinket, a toy that fascinates until it bores, a passing fancy, or eternal compact between two souls and never any more, a gift from gods above, or social stricture meant as a mere distraction for the mind? If only short-term passion or mere pastime, who was […]
What is the use of dreams devoid of action, that linger on as hopes before they die; and while they last, convince us if we try that in the end we will find satisfaction. Such wistful shadows taunt us to distraction; lost in the mist, we separate in factions and dissipate and fade out, by […]
The world remains, despite our self-indulgent, hateful ways; the world remains through our brief, but continued growing pains, when most would find a reason not to stay. Despite our morbid and destructive play, the world remains. 10 MAY 2017 © 2017, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.