Torn

We are constantly invited to be who we are. - Thoreau

Should I love people for who they are or hate them for what they've done?

Should I walk when I can run?

Can I blame the sky for allowing a cloud?

Hold the moon in contempt for glowing when it would rather hide, wrapped in a shroud?

Grab your tambourine.

You know, the green one with tassels.

The one that blocks life's conflicts and hassles.

You'll know it when you hear its jingle jangle played.

As you live its proverb prayed.

Go ahead, shake it.

Try to make it then break it.

With all the fury of a hung jury.

And the radioactivity of Madame Curie.

A flat stone can be skimmed before it sinks.

No matter what man thinks.

The question is, how many times?

Before it runs out of rhymes.

 Who am I to question what is born?

Listen with your heart then be forewarned.

It does a soul little good to remain ...

... torn ...

Author's Note

"It costs me nothing for curtains, for I have no gazers to shut out but the sun and moon, and I am willing that they should look in...and if he [the sun] is sometimes too warm a friend, I find it still better economy to retreat behind some curtain which nature has provided." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You reflect Thoreau in many ways and you carry his spirit of freedom and unity with humanity. Your poems are full of positivism and goodness for others and mother nature. You keep giving us of your creativity.