For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry challenge, today’s quote is taken from ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats: ‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned;’
Jane’s blog is: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com
My poem is called: WHEN THERE WAS BUT A WAVE
Was it not all an ocean once
before bodies forged out land
for feet to fondle, to flatten?
Was it not all trickling tide once
before hands hunted harbors
for bellies to fill, to fatten?
Was it not all blue waters once
before creatures courted color
to devaluate, to distinguish?
Was it not just wind and wave
before man thought to wonder
what on earth he could extinguish?
What will ripple on the waterfront
when the tides turn on time
and man is pulled asunder?
What will be the second coming
when man is taken down for all
his pillage and all his plunder?
When rivers rise all red and roar
to wash away the tarnished trace
of the soiled sand we ravaged,
will it carry on it’s current
the power to plant a second seed
on the land our deeds have damaged?
Time turns on every twist,
tides rise after every fall
but we can never get back to before.
Innocence, once lost,
is quickly forgotten.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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