Metered thoughts

Contemplating life and all the pain on Earth I see,

I feel my birth was charmed, as if I won a lottery.

I had a home and parents who had goodness to their core,

Much food and plenty filled our lives–we had no fear of war

while many struggle with no joy, no ease to fill their lives,

a constant storm of war and dread each day to abide—


Some choose a life of service so victims may survive

while others cry: ‘me first’ and shout: ‘for profits we must strive!’

A selfish stance!

Let’s stand and face all human pain,

with open hearts extend our hands again and again.

©2017 Ontheland

Metered verse is not my usual modality, but I can be persuaded to give it a try every now and again.  This time I tried to get a rhythm going in response to dVerse Poet’s Pub Thursday prompt:  Meeting the bar: common meter, hosted by Frank Hubeny.  If you are interested in finding out more about meter, his post is an interesting read.  (My example isn’t a  ‘perfect’ example of what he proposed, but this is the best I could come up with in the time I had.)



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