What Is Right Is Right

I can feel my waters
Stirred breath
ready to shed my uncertainty
serenity felt 
at my cerebral knowing
the hurricane that is brewing
along our tidal banks
      holding my calm precious
      aroused by complacent absurdity
      senseless ambiguity
      to keeping the candle lit or snuffed
      Society in peril
sweeping winds of pretentious 
needs of our resistance 
 greedy hands will
 cut swaths of verticil
 barren our hearts will be on the land
 our compass has come home 
 for us to stand against the wailing cry
         my silence no more has ability
         though alone I may stand
         sometimes this hill is enough 
         soon our gale could prevail
         I see layers built to last the weather
  seedlings blown 
  against the shore’s beginning
  grown fearless against the tides push
  strong steadfast pathways
  taken through hard questions asked
  scattered across paroxysmal lands
  narrowed by corrupted lies
        still, what’s right by your lived creed
       what’s right is right, what’s
        Right with the wind

7-11-2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
July 17, 2020 at 2:48 AM
I see it too, and I wonder how silent can we be? Well done my friend. "hard questions asked scattered across paroxysmal lands narrowed by corrupted lies" Well done.
Horsman Avatar
July 15, 2020 at 3:27 AM
Wonderful profound poetry, where one can feel the emotion as one reads this amazing poem...
Mcgee Avatar
July 15, 2020 at 5:53 PM
Hi Harry, nice to see you. I'm glad it hit a note...sometimes I just can't pull these strong feelings together but just write pages...this one worked though. Thanks for commenting.
Warrior Avatar
July 14, 2020 at 4:25 AM
Wowsers!!... great write Jeanne...love & hugs...^WW^ :o)
Mcgee Avatar
July 15, 2020 at 5:54 PM
thank you WW...so much is building up inside and too many weeks to go yet....;I
Rose  Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 4:24 PM
Nice form and content dear Jeanne. Keep up the good writing xo
Mcgee Avatar
July 15, 2020 at 5:54 PM
thanks so much PD...
Blown Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 1:33 PM
...yep...there is always that 'middle' path where-on each may attend to their 'what is right life' without creating opposition.... ....having been a teacher one learns to find it in a class room for eg.......stan sand
Romios Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 9:08 AM
Gorgeous pen, Jeanne! PR Loved how you formatted it!
Mcgee Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 9:49 AM
Thank you Panagiota. There are paths of change I hope I can stand to see happen here in America...and some absurd reasons people won't wear a mask to respect others also is a puzzlement to me.
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