My First Ghazal Attempt

WILL THE REAL BOOGIE MAN STAND UP?

I first learned without suspicion about

the mechanical steamroller evolution.

 

How can a moral world flourish under

the uncaring constraints of evolution?

 

Not a thing but a process sans thought

or heart, this numbed evolution.

 

The human food chain enacted on tv

should be no surprise;   it’s evolution.

 

What hand was in the glove that delivered

from the womb of time evolution?

 

 

P.S. Just found the following in my messy desk but didn’t write the source down:

“Evolution has hidden from us the stuff that we don’t need to know, and that’s pretty much all of reality, whatever reality might be.”

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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3 Responses to My First Ghazal Attempt

  1. Rivera says:

    Your post evokes much thought.

    Like

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