An Unfinished Poem

Is this my mountain moving
Even mountains can come down
Eroding silently underground
Stone and sod and clay
Sinking in the light of day

A microscopic threat
A tiny, unseen speck
Spreads viciously with vile
Reduces us to words and smiles

For me the greatest gift of all
As a six-foot leash confines us all
Is hope and faith now illuminate
And tears and fears all congregate

I pray mountains be cast away
A mustard seed of faith one says
But oh, what I often fail to see
Is faith expects a price from me

In these strange and silent hours
Restless wanting to do more
Gentleness and soothing words
From my lips by me are heard

A wild ocean loves its wrath
Thunderous waves rise up then crash
One has to still, listen and look
To hear the music of the brook

 

dversepoets.com  “What do you see? Something you haven’t before? Something you’ve forgotten? New perspectives, priorities or something much deeper. A revelation in thought? What does the moon represent to you in Masahide’s terse, epiphanous message? What does your burning barn look like? Have you experienced your own personal insight or enlightenment as the world deals with this ongoing c2risis? Ponder these questions and pen us a poem”

“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”

               Mizuta Masahide

I do sense my poem is yet to be finished…