The World Is Flat After All
Dubbed Democracy, it used to be
top of the line, the lead ship, at sea,
and on the land it served us well,
until the strains of its death knell
fell,
baring an underbelly swole
with all the pilfered things they stole
in broad daylight, and on t.v.!
Gone is the half-belief in he
who’ll take us safely to the shore
while staying steadfast to the core.
The compass nestles in the deep
while those on board remain asleep.
They used to say the earth was round,
that right makes might, but I found
that all I knew I now know not,
nor how to tell the truth from rot,
and not so sure that we’ll endure,
to make a safe arrival.
Nan
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Hi Nan. A lovely poem and it should be shared on Dverse Open Link Night. You won’t get so many visits as you’ll be a day late but still! Hope you saw my email. Best regard, Petru
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Thanks for the encouragement!
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Good poem, sad yet realistic. The world is upside down these days, it seems. Perhaps we got bored with democratic freedoms? Perhaps the human species can never be satisfied with the ‘status quo’ for more than a generation or two.
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I’ll drink to that (lemonade).
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Yes we seem to be in a time in which the compass nestles in the deep… Well done!
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Thanks.
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I love the conversational tone in this, and your rhyming is lovely, gives structure but isn’t intrusive. And the message is a sad one. It does feel like everything is rudderless at the moment.
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Thank you, Sarah.
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Nice sound in this line filled with concern: “and not so sure that we’ll endure,”
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Your poem resonates with me, as so much of what I believed in with our country is disintegrating before my eyes. Good poem, Nan.
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This is heartwrenchingly beautiful, Nan! ❤️
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Beyond sad. Thanks…
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This is excellent!. A solid but sad write. Don’t know your work Nan, but well done.
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Time to wake up and find a new captain for this ship.
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The metaphor of the ship made me think of the total opposite in the poem “O captain, my captain”…
Alas our ship is a drift.
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And the appearance of climate change makes the seas even rougher! Thanks.
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Our country seems to have lost her anchor! Well-written, Nan.
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Thanks, Lynn
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