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Overall theme 'When Life Changes'.
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Day 24 | April 24th | What Was Known
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What was known
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In times gone long ago,
We were people-of-a-village-small;
Living within means, without a need to show
Just how fast we have grown tall.
These were days of aqueduct and philosophy,
Of Sophist and astrology;
When empires rose, borne of love and belief,
Only to fall at widowed grief.
Days of long summer gone past
Into the fall of what was known;
Bringing myth to the ancient of last,
Reaping the divisions of seeds sewn.
Who have we become now
But a beleaguered world, forever facing off with mortality
For the clink of coin in the pocket sow;
Advanced, are we, in our materiality,
Or forever bogged down by the need for more?
How Plato and Socrates…
What Was Known
In the olden days
We knew more
We knew less
Different skills
No longer needed
Ones we need to learn
In the olden days
We saw more
We saw less
Aware of minuscule details
The local community
Now the global map.
What was know is known and will be known.
Differently
Marilyn Spilchen April 2021
April 24th – What Was Known
(Sonnet)
I dream about mountains and depths of the ocean
My thoughts sometimes light yet my heart is aching
A plan once decided cannot be in motion
I won’t see you again – my heart is breaking
Alone in my world, fenced off from the crowd
My fate in the hands of all those around
Depression, frustration --- I scream aloud
No one can hear me --- I make not a sound
A night time of dreams are all that I own
Safe with you there all my memories live
Regretting the dawn I awake all alone
Expecting to rise with nothing to give
But I shall fear not, knowing how I have grown
What Was Known
Holding her hands
My young child
Together we dance
Whether picking ants
Or running wild
Holding her hands
Teenager takes a chance
Heartbreak far from mild
Together we dance
Cries for her crush, Lance
I’m feeling quite riled
Holding her hands
Exchanging wedding bands
Pleased to walk her down the aisle
Together we dance
From snow pants
to dancing on kitchen tiles
Holding her hands
Together we dance
The past
Incest
Unresolved murder
of the mistress
tabloid front page
Sexual Abuse
Deep wounds
that never heal
Family tragedies
Aunt Anne in asylum
Sources unknown
But still searching of
What was known.
by TPE 202104
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