"This week's prompt is also a bit different. We're going to take Gatherland into a different place. There is no internet, no cell phones,no texting and no cars. We will exist in a Utopian Society, the place is your choice, as is what happens to and within it.”
I thought you were a lower form
Like monkeys in the trees
I never thought you knew enough
A learned man to please.
I never saw the beauty
In your hair and piceous face
My first intent was just to teach
My ways to your proud race.
Instead you taught me how to live
From this resplendent land
You taught me how to truely love
And let my soul expand.
My only tools I now create
As taught by elder men
Who felt my need and need embraced.
And now with humble pen
My complex life I leave to those
Who read what I confess:
My love for you and for this earth
And for life’s preciousness.
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Profound in meaning.
Your most crafty writing in recent time.
soliloquy and sunset
To be in a world where we would not have all met one another???? No internet?
It's all about choice and balance, methinks.
Okay -- now to your poem, John. You created a great visual that took me right to your Utopia....a place of love and beauty.
Wonderfully written.
A snowy campfire sounds just right. We'll put a tune to this John.
A nice take on that old subject. Would that it could happen. The poem form lends itself to the subject and reminds me of the simple life of the Amazon people.
Once in a circle of friends I listened to one of them try to talk us all into his Utopian
version of our own little kingdom. I think he was going to be boss. :)
You did well with this prompt, John.
:) wishing you laughter
Who read what I confess:
John, wonderful writing. I'm always impressed by you. Salud
Your poem left a lump in my throat with its beauty.