Wind Voice

After reading ‘THE TOWERS’ by Neeli Cherkovski

Where Walt Whitman lay dreaming of
Buddhas reclining in long alphabetic lines
Waiting for William Blake to sort out
The soot of civilization,
Preparing the morning edition,
Printed on angels’ wings
We read the languor of burning towers
Penetrated by the lightest wind --
The morning can prepare
Only to find no one is listening
To our hearts
Grow still.

Nicely done, Peter. To me this is perhaps one of the stronger efforts of your poems based on Cherkovoski's work.


Les

Peter.
I admire your devotion to your art. This strikes a chord, though I've never read a single line of Neeli Cherkovski before today.

It's good to know there are still poets willing to speak out against war and injustice.

"Only to find no one is listening
To our hearts
Grow still."

Yes, I wonder when the readers will arrive.

Thank you both, Les and Steve, for listening and commenting.

Peter