The fertile youth is gone
in screams of balderdash and song,
warring factions of subtractions,
mind from mind,
kindness from kind.
The inanity of all we see,
canceling contingencies
and consuming war.
All for the wild bore
of boredom’s rage,
Greed’s sage
wisdom that knows no fate but hate.
A mindless great,
a soulless great,
it seems to late
until we escape through transcension
at the simple mention
of something old.
Something never cold
but more like Love’s embrace.
Something like faith
but without the connotative bounds.
The place that heart is found,
and youth returns.
The place for which we all yearn,
but must also earn.
A reverie of meant to be,
if only we’d be so bold to see
community.
The fertile youth is gone,
but here is where we can’t belong.
Here is where it’s only wrong
until we make it Love,
moving eyes to neighbors sighs and down from signs above.
#Prompt #Poem Jan3
The #fertile youth is gone
in screams of #balderdash and song,
#warring factions of subtractions,
mind from mind...
#emoetry
#2wordprompt consume war
#vss365 balderdash
#firewords280 canceling contingencies
#foxprose escape through transcension
#writesky #poetry #poetrycommunity
