It's a medium
A written window
To the soul?
Or a jumble of words
A fantasy of authorship
A cry for fame
For the delusional
The failed writer
Poetry - it's like sarcasm...
An escape for those of feeble mind
Perhaps 'the lowest form of wit'
Or just maybe it's words from beyond
A spiritual tour of the subconscious
An open doorway to what lies beneath
A chance to overtly express
An opportunity to speak outside of the norm
Poetry demands patience
From the writer
From the reader...
A poem isn't the product of a day
There is a lifetime
Written in a few sentences
The poem asks us to answer a question
Of ourselves...
Who can fathom that lifetime
Within those few short words
And even fewer minutes..?
Read and try to follow
That which is unfathomable...
Stained with blood?
A hero of saintly stature
Proud on white steed
With fallen foes beneath
A fiction maybe
Of times when saints
Held sway over mortal men
And the peasant hoped
For a peace that was promised
In return for prayer
Obedience and worship
A mythology created
One hero of the past
Like so many others
Created like a Marvel character
Able to achieve the impossible
But giving the people what they need
In similar vein
Batman, Superman, Ironman
Give the people what they need
Our faith has changed
Our heroes remain works of fiction
But our belief in the silver screen is strong
But never underestimate
The power of Santiago Matamoros
That image from the past
Still stirs the fires of human conflict
Today's hate for another's beliefs
Is born out of ancient images
Enduring ideologies that still contest
Will sadly never learn
To forgive and forget
Martin Addison – 20/04/2021
If I had a £1 for everytime someone has laid the worlds troubles at the door of its religions, I would be a rich man! I look not to create offense with this poem, but to illustrate how the imagery of the past creates foment. My hope is that people of all religions (including atheism, etc…) will perhaps look beyond the past to formulate a way to live in harmony together. I wish peace to you all 🙂
Heavy truck vibrations
Imposition by key industry
On a small town street
Where shop and restaurant crowd in
Serving local and tourist alike
This narrow tarmac burn
Tributary of the A9 river
Nearing its confluence
Martin Addison – 17/04/2021
“You can never have too many lights!” Trucker wisdom 😉 Heavy trucks like this one serve the economically important forestry and lumber industry in Scotland. This poem and image are my entry for Clare’s Share Your Desktop challenge this month.
Images from Finchley 