sometimes, attenuated, we
sit pensive and alert
we hear the sirens daily, and
it’s cause for some alarm
if we could make the world just
not less beautiful
it might then be enough to do
no harm
sometimes, attenuated, we
sit pensive and alert
we hear the sirens daily, and
it’s cause for some alarm
if we could make the world just
not less beautiful
it might then be enough to do
no harm
I love this beautiful poem – you captured me with that first line, and made me sigh with a sense of mingled sadness and satisfaction at the end.
Another beautiful painting and poem. Where do the paintings come from?
They are all from “dreamstime.com”. I’ve been in a painting kind of mood.