Ed Morris Poet Rhyme

Galileo's Legacy

As spring fades to summer, and summer to fall,
The world goes on turning, indifferent to all,
Not caring for emperors, peasants, or popes,
But forging fresh fortunes for scaling new slopes...
And so go our hopes.

Some stage a distraction, a senseless sideshow,
Insisting on missing its unflagging flow.
Some raise a resistance, a psychical dike,
Opposing by closing their minds all alike...
On motionless strike.

Bold bullhorns keep blustering feeble-brained views
With fists full of fury no proof can defuse,
Old wagons still wedged in the earth’s worn-out grooves,
Yet one thing is true, despite who disapproves...
It moves.

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David Smith March 2, 2019 at 6:16 PM Excellent poem that should stimulate readers to think more on this matter and how they cope in a world that has its own cycles to complete independent of mankind. Regards David

Michael Wise February 21, 2019 at 7:45 PM You are a master of words and rhythm and so much more, my friend! :) Ed Morris February 23, 2019 at 12:34 PM Thank you, Michael.

P.S. Awtry February 19, 2019 at 12:44 AM as always, a well written perfectly rhyming and metrically singing piece... and I am tickled to think that both sides of any argument feel the same about the other. As I have said before ... I think you could write anything! Ed Morris February 23, 2019 at 12:34 PM Thank you, PS.