Time’s Broken Arrow

Times Broken Arrow short poem

Uploaded by Darren Scanlon

The world keeps rocking
to the sound of the void,
a pirouette through time
that we simply can’t avoid.

But what have you done today?

Did the fool on his errand
pass you silently by?
Did you have much to say,
as his time, like the clock,
seemed to fly?

…and the world is careering
into unforeseen futures,
the wounds in its crust
now needing serious sutures.

But what have you done today?

Was the herring so red
and foolishly fleeting?
Did you cast out your line
to catch a hurting heart,
still sore and barely beating?

…and the world teasingly twirls
on its axis; eternal,
the fire at its heart
heating life’s long inferno.

But what have you done today?

Do the blinkers you wear
make it easy to deny?
Do the forests, the seas
and abundance of life
need to die?

…and the world keeps rolling,
yet from inside and out,
hear it desperately calling
to a future now in doubt.

But what have we done today?

Have we nothing left to offer
to the world that feeds our hearts?
The Mother offers her all
and in reply
we tear her apart!

…and the world starts to shudder,
wondering what we’ll do tomorrow…?

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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