PAST MORTAL KEN, *** Sonnet in Iambic tet Options

[Thoth]

The tour is far, the route adverse
our quests beset with balk and woe.
Most outcomes of our toil obverse
and greed shall tax what seed we sow.
Today, great rivers test our mind
that desert plains tomorrow be
lush pastures vast and unconfined;
more fertile than the plundered sea.

Tomorrow’s walls we need transcend
should man aspire to touch the stars;
at cost mere kings can’t comprehend,
untranquil mist our wisdom bars . . .
Whilst dreams yet dreams may long remain,
we’ll dream our God-games just the same.

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This sonnet peeps into mankind’s indomitable will to master his environment at all cost, against adversity and setback. Although the wisdom of such endeavors could at times be questionable, without dreams we are nothing.


Copyright WW Schwim 22 July 2014

[Psyche]

Hi Wally,

I've just read your poem and will not comment now as it's too late. Midwinter here also, with plenty of snow and now lots of rain.

I absolutely agree with the meaning of your poem. And for me, the "kings" are the 1% powerful rich in this unfair world. They only care for $$$... Maybe it's always been so, but Earth is overcrowded now in many areas, so the devastation is far more notable. Humankind will be kicked off the planet. I'd not care to be around in 15 years or so. Ironically, leaders make plans for 2030!!

My country is now being bullied into some kind of default by one of these rich vultures, by name of Paul Singer. He did the same to Perú a while back. as well as the Congo. He pounces on the vulnerable. Corrupt governments make countries an easy pick... but we the people are the ones that suffer.

Sorry!! Will be back. I like Larry's suggestions. I also checked out "untranquil" and was surprised that it exists, but it's not attractive to me.

Hugz,
Syl***