Sharpening
What lies ahead
Details needing notes
Aspirations needing clarity
Personal comfort needing…
What might be the next attempt?
He only wanted peace
For him
For his family
For the world
What folly
He thought
This generation
Is destined for a reboot
A wakeup call to the past
A period where peace was possible
A time when there seemed to be humanness
Somewhere in time when the mammalian intelligence
Could measure worth with sanity
Welcome back classroom
It’s that time for imagination
To the “what ifs” renewed
It’s sharpening pencil-point time
Where fine-line thinking
Whether cursive or
Print penmanship
Or D’Nealian penmanship
Somebody…
Do something
Radical change is necessary
Forget “save the children”
Save the planet.
I know a reboot is possible. I do it all the time when something goes wrong with my computer or phone, I simply reboot and the problem seems to be solved. How I wish that might be possible with the encroaching problems of our age; but I think the age itself, a technological age of wondrous surprises is merely overshadowing the ages of the past, a more "traditional time" when such things as peace, harmony and serenity where there for the having for individual people according to their own effort and inspiration. A thought-provoking poem indeed.
I recall in our schools, where dull pencils made poor penmanship. We would go to the window where we would crank by hand, the pencil sharpener so that we could write in cursive or letters better. But, you were referring to sharpening our minds when it comes to what is right and what is wrong.
Today, I dictate with my voice, making my poor spelling go away. And, I can run grammar and spelling checks after to make my writing and my punctuation near perfect. But I must also, as you indicate, make sure that I am writing the right stuff. The kind that sent our best and brightest to outer space and the Moon by looking outward rather than thinking inward in a selfish way.
It's time to save the planet, not human greed.
Ron
My yellow highlighter streaks across these four lines: “This generation/Is destined for a reboot/“ …”Somewhere in time when the mammalian intelligence/Could measure worth with sanity” So powerful these two also: “Do something/Radical change is necessary”. Most prominent is “Do something”!! Two herculean words put together, Odin. From my point of view looking upon global society, humanness is searching. Our species is in free-fall, needing more and more tattoos, needing new identities, needing seen as individual, needing to ‘belong’ to a group, needing to belong to the species we are, needing to belong to even ourselves. Shaken Adult Syndrome could be a description of this conundrum — and with no composed moderating adult-status person left in any room, Congress members turn on each other in what resembles a grade school cafeteria food fight, and the whole cloth from which we are cut, becomes shredded into what looks like a tangled wad of threads. I am left wondering ‘whatever could reboot THIS?’ — I guess we just keep writing, painting, making music and ‘opening doors,’ ~~ djl