We all die. Relics left behind for others,
once culturally defined, a slurry now
of overcooked vegetables in the melting pot
of what humanity has become;
For better, we are more homogenous,
conferring fewer reasons to hate
that which is and ever was kindred.
Knowing this, do we truly taste the apple
sweetness of experience, or drum up
further excuses to postpone joy?
At worst, we forget our ancestors,
those from whom we inherit genetically,
even behaviorally, perhaps to our peril;
for history, devoid of lessons learned,
proves a hollow saga sucked dry of juice;
a dessicated plum placed primly
alongside a backdrop of ripe peaches,
fruit of our potential.
What traces will linger
in this adolescent nation whose excesses
are counterpart to senseless severity,
an artistic strangulation where
even the Rubenesque among us
yearn to be thin and dry as wraiths?
A society threatened by hips and thighs
is doomed to infertility of the imagination.
Love
Thanks, Heidi! <3
Do we really all die? I’ve never died before, so I’m not sure I can believe that 😀
Haha, well. Maybe not you and me, but … 😉
Adolescent nation indeed we are. Wonderful write!
Yes, for sure. A young nation making youthful and often immature mistakes. Sigh. Thanks, Renee! And Aloha.
Interesting reflections Bela! Human behavior and cultural differences have not changed since times immemorial…probably due to inherited genes! Modern man has just learnt some refined and hypocritical ways to camouflage what lies within.
Thanks for a thought-provoking poem.
Indeed I think you are correct. And genetics certainly might play a part, as does conditioning, obviously.
One thing we love about living with Hawaiians in our small rural community is their almost total lack of guile. No camouflage, no agenda. It’s such a great example of how simply one can live life. A breath of fresh air. <3
“proves a hollow saga sucked dry of juice;
a dessicated plum placed primly
alongside a backdrop of ripe peaches,
fruit of our potential”
wow
:0)
Those were the words that leapt out at me as well. I love your expressiveness here,Bela ❤️
Thanks, sweetie. Been away from the blogosphere for awhile – glad I didn’t miss your comment! <3
*perfectly said* boom: outa the park. …gives one a bittersweet ache…
Haha, boom! 🙂 Aloha, weaver, and thanks! <3