It’s being a star
wrapped under daylight,
or being a taro leaf
letting go all water droplets
of worldliness gracefully,
or maybe it’s a voice
against the tyrant who,
“…when cried the little children died in the street*”
*Epitaph on a Tyrant by W.H. Auden
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Human @ Poets United
letting go gracefully, yet resisting when the need arises, all the while being a star… such a human would be a privilege to know, an honour to be.
It is so sad, who can resist the cries of children? I am heartsick! He was never my president.
I see your maybe’s as prayers of possibility. If we have creation in common with the Creator, we must make our full selves–in relationship with stars and ceremonies–come alive. Let me be a voice composed of star and a taro leaf wrap, tasteful, graceful!
I see a force to be reckoned with…. in being human. Precious, full of grace or a fighter for justice….. hopefully all 3 in 1! Perfect.
Oh Sumana the ending of your poem brings tears to my eyes. How is this possible? that a tyrant has this power?
Yes excellent all this and hopefully many voices become one big power to wipe out the tirant
Hopefully the best will begin growing in us
That voice against the tyrant is our humanity for sure……and is so needed now. Wonderfully written, Sumana. I am grappling with this topic and am still not sure what words to put to it.
The US failed to be a civilised country when the children were separated from their parents for they were last that should have been punished. The US showed it shame and weakness when they rescinded the command not contrition and a plea for forgiveness.
kaykuala
or maybe it’s a voice
against the tyrant
The voice may be loud but plainly it is not easily heard!
Hank
I really like the idea that it is a voice against a tyrant….when children cry. We need to have more voices, to form a choir of resistance to such evil.
“or being a taro leaf
letting go all water droplets”
The tears of a children’s flight
Thanks for dropping by to read mine Sumana
Much💞love
This is so beautifully expressed, Sumana. It ends by showing us what is not human.
This feels like a poem that I should meditate on this morning. Thanks for such a beautiful piece. 🙂
The different facets of a “human” so wonderfully expressed..