Sorry ... I did not make myself clear. I do not read this as a religious poem, but as you have pointed out a political poem, using religious reference to craft it. I do not believe in the devil either ... simply a creation of organized religion ... to control the masses and/or allow humankind to circumvent responsibility for its actions/inactions.
Well now you've made me a believer of the devil, I'm afraid - it seems that HE is ALWAYS in the details!
I know we are miles apart and our individual perspectives are shaped by each our life experiences, but know that I thoroughly enjoy reading your work, appreciate your craftsmanship and look forward to your posts and opinions.
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2014 17:55:46 GMT -8 by jeannerené
Jeanne: Hello visitors....Thanks for dropping by. Lets revive Poetic Horizons. I'm very tired of Facebook and have never felt comfortable posting poetry there. So look around and register. Lets get this place moving!
Mar 30, 2019 1:55:53 GMT -8
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.