I the Undersigned

The concrete we walk upon
The rock face we just climbed 
It’s all just solidified dust
That somehow found design 

The grass in meadows below 
The trees in forests behind 
It’s all just carbon atoms 
That somehow recombined

The water in our oceans 
The oxygen our lungs refine
It’s all just gaseous elements
That’s somehow in decline 

The space in our cosmos 
The conscience in our minds
It’s all just part of being alive 
That somehow dies over time 

The belief in redemption 
The heaven we wish to find 
It’s all just hopes and prayers 
That somehow this poem is blind. 

By
David kavanagh
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Krutsinger Avatar
January 20, 2021 at 5:05 AM
Dust, carbon items, gaseous elements, what an interesting prelude to the concept of soul. Hmmmmm. I am pondering this one. A clever contrast that surprisingly works.
Kavanagh  Avatar
January 20, 2021 at 9:07 AM
I go on these soul searching trips now and again Caren, don’t we all, I try so hard to square the circle, or circle the square, Sometimes get satisfaction most of the time don’t, cheers David
Fowler Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 6:29 PM
Is there anybody out there? I'm just "comfortably numb". Love this piece David. Linda
Kavanagh  Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 11:44 PM
Wow, thanks Linda, reading back over the poem it does have that searching Floyd quality to it, wonder if Gilmour be interested, he can have it for free, be an honor, cheers David
Flaherty Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 9:18 AM
Yes indeed David this captured my current mood and thinking That somehow is very much all just hopes and prayers Is there anybody out there
Kavanagh  Avatar
January 17, 2021 at 9:46 AM
I know Christopher, I feel it at times too, but must let it go, or would drive me to despair cheers David
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