Village of Humanity

In a village of humanity where the children all grow old

double-sided rainbows weren’t expected every day

but suddenly in awe the inhabitants looked up

and radiated energy pulled the sky down to ground.

Pink coloured sunset in blue sky over a deeper blue sea

(Picture by Frank Bennett, New Zealand)

Blanketed in blue and shades of other hues

the energy confined boiled over into crime

and the mothers, fathers, children,

as one became unglued

from a value system and the merit of kinship.

Up and out they struggled one by one alone to find

the earth no longer stable had become a rolling ball

from which they fell and tumbled into a foreign mode.

In adjusting to the temperature and the intensity of change

love became as water free flowing down a drain

and collecting in deep pools beneath the earth’s crust.

There it bubbled, boiled, and today it bubbles, boils,

denied full release into the atmosphere

but through the hues of sky and me it erupts occasionally

and sends boulders, pebbles, rocks, flying everywhere.

Catch them … but they can’t

for love and foreign modes

are and will remain

incompatible!

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1 comment

  1. JL says:

    “Blanketed in blue and shades of other hues
    the energy confined boiled over into crime
    and the mothers, fathers, children,
    as one became unglued
    from a value system and the merit of kinship.”

    The world IS upside down. What once was right is wrong, what once was taboo is now a cultural evolution, what once was unspoken is now taught to our children as tolerant behavior. Great write Helen.

    JL:)

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