L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

On the Brink of Tranquility

I stand on the brink of tranquility
A short distance from out-of-touch,
Surrounded by chaotic disapproval
All around me swirling in confusion,
Wondering whether truth has died--
[sacrificed on the altar of popularity]
When it was irreverently interred;
What it left for the next generation.

And did I let it die a tortuous death
Unwilling was I to shout it out loud,
Facing down jeering of the crowd?
‘Twas easier to retreat into myself,
And deny the current state of affairs.

written November 26, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger November 28, 2021 at 7:12 PM "[sacrificed on the altar of popularity]" - as usual! Wonderful poem, and this made incredible sense. L Milton Hankins November 28, 2021 at 7:25 PM I'm afraid it is all too true, Caren. How often we sit on the fence when we ought to speak our mind for what is right and good and not succumb to the chaos around us.

Gershon Wolf November 27, 2021 at 6:36 PM I say, leave the battle to the 20 - 40 somethings. We've fought our wars. Ours is to savor at this point... One proviso: Unless our family members are directly involved. Then -- no rest for the weary. Great penning, my friend. Have a blessed Sunday! ~ Gershon L Milton Hankins November 27, 2021 at 7:29 PM Thanks so much, Gershon. I couldn't have said it better. You have a terrific week, friend.

Bill Baker November 27, 2021 at 7:24 AM Very thought provoking poem. There's a fine line between mindful inactivity and retreat. Much to think about here. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Milt. A poet friend, Bill L Milton Hankins November 27, 2021 at 8:38 AM Thank you so much, Bill. I appreciated your comment. I'm working on my next communique with you. Hope you're having a fine, fine weekend!