Joseph May Poet Rhyme

Losing the Way

Riding stormy winds to the past
 To find out how we lost our way
 How long did the great ones last
 Mayans left their pyramids where trees sway

 We are left to ponder the whys
 As vines constrict their ruins
 Incas left their calling card in the mountains
 A vast empire now left to the clouds

 Winds take me to the Roman empire
 They were great indeed but now their ruins decay
 Deserted coliseums tell the story
 As they crumbled under wars and strife

 The winds return me to the present
 It journeyed on, it did not stay
 But I heard it whisper before it left;
 'Once again they've lost the way'!

 8-17-2022

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Brandy Nicole August 18, 2022 at 7:18 PM We cannot change the past, however, we can change the present and that will change the future. Your thoughts caress softly around me and my heart. Many wonderful blessings to you, my dear friend. Hugs, Brandy

Harry Horsman August 18, 2022 at 6:14 PM Oh this excellent Joseph, Will our modern democratic way of life be next? i often wonder. Love the poetry, the theme, and the the though behind the pen.

Heidi Sands August 18, 2022 at 10:58 AM Wow. Excellent poem Joseph. Beautifully written, thought provoking. Well done. A Fave :)

Vijay Pandit August 17, 2022 at 2:27 PM The ending line spells the essence of your poem, Joseph. I hear you message.

Mystic Rose Rose August 17, 2022 at 9:17 AM We are human therefore we tend to lose our way, sidestepping and running for all that glitters and promises, sacrifices our most treasured possession, ourselves, may we realize that healing is our only chance here, so we don't lose our way again, thank you for this precious poem Joseph, I really read it to its depth and breath.

Deb M August 17, 2022 at 8:22 AM Oh Joseph this is just lovely…the last two lines especially. If only ruins could really speak…imagine the stories they could tell! Debx