a reply to: zosimov
Ha ha, too late to edit, I realized I left out two syllables in the last refrain. So here's a "final draft" (Iambic pentameter-- makes for sorta
stilted lines but that's how Odes are made I guess!
Ode To 2017
It was a year of loved ones’ cancer, fear.
Now past the scare, the surface scars have healed;
The pain of inner scars are not so clear--
When facing death down something has to yield.
And YET, so much to praise, enjoy, and love
Along with heavy lessons learned, but well.
I’ll take the pain and thank the gains thereof
Some lessons carved; the cost is hard to tell.
We’ve atomized and polarized our peers--
This program brought by Murdoch/Turner two.
Designed to grab you by your hopes and fears,
The lies are bought by us and sold to you.
Of worries nuclear and paranoid
(Though sold by aforementioned greedy ghouls)
The crater left could leave a ravaged void
That brings us back to rudimentary tools.
I can’t express relief enough to bid
Good bye to this intense and bitter year.
Reflection brings to light the hope that hid
Amidst the cloak of darkness, semi-sheer.
And finding ground to root itself down deep,
It burrows down and settles in my heart.
The hope that gleams through lessons learned (though steep)
Allows us all to gain, and then…. restart.
edit on 16-12-2017 by zosimov because: (no reason given)