Our past watches modernity from the grave.
Sprawling fields of monument and headstone
Honor these souls that ventured on before us.
What must they think of this world as they look on,
Our never ending roadways,
Towering buildings of glass and steel,
Automobiles supplanting horse and carriage,
Our lack of respect for water, air and life,
Politics more polarizing than any in history,
Unquenchable greed marring its noble past?
Perhaps they are relieved to be in a better place,
Sleeping peacefully under a blanket of white,
Winter’s cold and man’s ignorance
No longer gnawing at their weary bones.
As we pass by should we not think of them,
Consider how far we have traveled,
How far behind we have fallen,
What we have lost,
What we have surrendered in frustration.
If we are to regain our souls,
Our greatness and our compassion,
Reversing this slide into oblivion,
These fields likely hold the key
Under their peaceful blanket of white.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Thank you so much my friend. 🙂
You are a true visionary! Love this!
Thank you so much Carol, though I think you give me too much credit. 🙂
Great poem! Nudges one to thinking and evaluating the goings on…
I hope so, a cemetery that I passed mad me think of this.
Excellent share and I particularly liked the four last verses… Sigh!..
Very wise words… Thanks for sharing you light… best wishes Aquileana ⭐
Best wishes to you and thank you for the kind comment.
Dom this is an incredible poem! Amazingly beautiful and powerful.
Thank you Nic, I was traveling in Chicago and a cemetery I passed on the way made me think of this.
Cemeteries can do that!
Yes they can,though I am more intrigued by them than scared.