Weeping In The New Year?
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Monday, December 29, 2003
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Do you see, my world, the gross gravity,
the unthinkable travesty, hating
differences brings? Sad depravity
of respect, constantly annotating
historical humanity. I weep,
my world, sorrow seeps, innocence is dead.
Do you see, my loves, are we half asleep
with eyes soldered shut? I cannot keep dread
out of my head; will we survive ourselves?
Do you see, my peoples, we must embrace
diversity. If you canít save yourselves,
who will? Not all feel invisible grace.
Do not weep, my world, we are distinctive,
surely our salvation is instinctive.
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|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Weeping for me seems to flush out the emotional system, good for us all...Excellent thought and write, Erin...Peace, Ed & Rufuz|
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Wisdom in Weeping. So much
truth here Erin.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Such is life!!
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|We do manage, somehow.|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Eyes soldered shut, speaks volumns, quite something is this...|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Erin, such a powerful piece. Love this line, " will we survive ourselves?" We are definitely our own worst enemy and only this realization can assure survival.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|We all weep for humanity and the suffering ,but do we ever weep for the creator who gave us salvation,yet everyone resents Him because He isn't to our specifications...just a thought your sonnet evoked, not towards you...|
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|:) I used 'peoples', Helga, to show I am not talking only of 'my' countrymen, or one religious persona, but all men, of all individualities of perspective and all diversities in all our countries on this earth. I constantly have the statement, "We all put our pants on one leg at a time" in my head. It is a statement of union. Why can't we see that? At times, I wonder if an extraterristrial visit would effectively expound that point to such a degree, it would be a world-wide awareness. I am a little more unsure of the 's' on brings; should it be bring? Travesty and gravity seem singular...one of the idioms of grammar I have problems with, silly, yet, the potency of the piece could hinge on that small aspect.|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Hugs it does get scary sometimes doesn't it? Great write.|
|Reviewed by Helga Ross
|Another fine sonnet Erin, of finest thought.
I like your style of expression.
Plural "peoples" the only 'flaw' I find, which I admit, in this context, is a matter of personal taste.