Tuesday, May 13

Human



At twentyone I left the land
And travelled on the Irish Sea.
I reached a southern port
And taught the children
On the chalky hills.
They thought I was a foreigner

French perhaps.

At twentysix I travelled north
And settled in a smokey town,
Where words were old and beer
Was drunk on Friday nights
In crowded bars.
They thought I was a foreigner.

Scotch perhaps.

In troubled times I went back west
To where the planted people lived.
And dodged the bombs and
Feared the fires where city folk
Still walked and worked.
I felt I was a foreigner.

English perhaps.

Now forty years have come and gone.
And wars are fought and lives are lost,
And fights are won or
So they say though where
Or when I do not know.
And none of us are foreigners.

Human perhaps.

...this is my response to the prompt put up by Marina on DeVerse Poets Pub today.
I have posted this one before but the time seems right in so many ways world wide for it to  be part of DeVerse  this time.....thankyou Marina.

25 comments:

  1. nice...you have been on a pretty cool journey so far...
    and at the core we are all human...no matter where we are from
    there is still much of the world that i would love to travel to
    and anyone that works with children has a place in my heart...smiles.

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  2. Lovely, lovely: a hint of wistfulness to that, but also the wealth of experience, of being part of everything, and yet considered different everywhere. I do hope you are right, and that none of us need feel 'foreign' any more: in the long run, we will all be khaki, right?

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  3. I think as we age, we become more comfortable in our own skin... not foreign.

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  4. human perhaps - love that close - i think the more we've seen in our lives and the more places we have been to, the smaller get the differences and we appreciate and search for the things we share and have in common

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    1. And fights are won or
      So they say though where
      Or when I do not know.
      And none of us are foreigners.

      Wonderful!

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  5. So much more than a foreigner, love the human aspect you close with.

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  6. The progression here.. and rhythm - a lovely read. The buildup to the end is just brilliant.. and imagine how small differences make us foreigners...

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    1. thankyou Bjorn...I do love rhythm!!

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  7. I like the progression of this poem very much. And, so true, that when we put it all in perspective, we all belong....have much in common with one another....and none of us are really foreigners.

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  8. Impressive writing, both in concept and form.
    Love the music in this as well as the progression.

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    1. jo-hanna....music is in everything around I think!!

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  9. We are all connected and we are all human...the reality of it is easier to accept with the wisdom that comes with age. Lovely poem.

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  10. Yes, the time is definitely right for this poem. We all feel different at times.

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  11. Wonderful imagery here - so different, each of us, and yet so similar. Thanks for taking me along.

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  12. why is being different so dangerous - and it takes so long to learn it is not so.

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  13. Well..i find the older i grow..the more i experience..the more i explore..
    the more i am truly one human
    of a group of ALL humans one and ALL2..:)

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  14. i like how the speaker brings home a realization based on enriching experiences...love the images touching aesthetic and history as well...

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  15. FABULOUS! None of us are foreigners. Brilliant.

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  16. After reading this poem, I felt good about being human - sometimes it's difficult after so many decades, and you know, if you read something and come feeling good that's what poetry's all about.

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    1. John...thankyou for this ...in some ways it's sad that we have to live a lot before this happens...but at least I'm thankful for those who realise the truth in it.

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  17. well...I am overwhelmed at all the positive comments that I have received about this little poem. Thankyou all so much....I love reading Deverse ..even if I have little time to comment on many of the works. Thankyou for being there and being human!!

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  18. Thanks for that. I like the sound of that smokey town.

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    1. thankyou Dominic....northerness abounds here!!

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  19. ...and a great poem to read after seeing the Tour de France. It's made it very topical, I think!

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    1. Thankyou for unexpected comment! I enjoyed your take on the Tour de France a la Yorkshire...exciting

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