Privilege, or: Responsibility

Posted on by ben Alexander

Poetry Partners #80

‘The wonders of the world’, a poem by Sarah Cope of ‘My Endometriosis Story’

The clouds barrel into the pools of blue, crashing into golden sunlight streaks piercing through the sky,
A canvas of colour full of shades you cannot clarify,
As it floats by just above the likes of you and I,

Perched on a grand oak tree the birds soulfully sing,
Chirping a conversation, to us its a tweeting tune and the flapping of a wing,

The squirrels soon notice me,
As they scurry away up the Acorn tree, Watching and waiting from a bountiful beautiful branch,
Until it's safe to come thundering down the tree trunk,
To continue filling up their cheeks and arms,

The bunnies bashful and shy bolt for the bushes in the blink of an eye,
Unlike the bold butterflies that flutter brazenly through the skies,
Despite being delicate delights, full of vivid colours brightening up the sky, Just like fire flies burning bright in the nights eye,

The Lakes shimmer glistening in the rays of sunlight,
With a solid stillness that's glass like, Until a single ripples ride causes the surface and dark depths to collide,
We will never behold the secrets the dark depths haven't told,

Up above the geese are gathering getting ready for a good gaggling or perhaps they're giggling,
One things for sure they are certainly chitter chattering

The swans slide in silence paired with pure panache,
They are the Royalty of the water praised, poised and posh,
Ruling with regality and gracility and conduct,
Often looking down their elegant elongated necks,
At the peasant quarrelsome quacking ducks,
With utter distaste and disgust,

Flashes of yellow from Spring daffs sway away,
Dancing in the Whispers of the winds, a beautiful array
Petals from the Violets and bluebells amongst the lavender fields enhance what the emblazon earth's birthed,
The bees buzz in between the Floral display,
The nectar is their nicotine a bouquet buffet,

What wonders our world has to behold from for us to nurture,
The Creator blessed us not only with nature,
But every Acre each creature from the Grand Canyon a magnificent crater, to the Icelandics glistening glacier, everything is a fantastic feature,
We are blessed, to walk amongst the wonders of this world.

An ‘Oseh Shalom’ poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

O, the wonders of this world!
O, perennial, peaceful plenty...
No! It could all be lost! 
Let's be good
Stewards ~ Amen!

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

–Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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30 thoughts on “Privilege, or: Responsibility”

      1. Hello David,
        I had a total hysterectomy and it went away.
        I believe that dietary and lifestyle changes help endometriosis, but I discovered them too late for me. They helped me with post-menopause health.

  3. Sarah I love your poem of praise for all the beauty in the world. (All that wonderful alliteration). David your response is perfect in its brevity. Each piece, therefore, contrasting the other, increasing its potency.❤️

  4. Wow I’m blown away by all your lovely comments thank you so so much and thankyou Ben for sharing my piece I’m feeling incredibly loved especially my words

    1. Sarah, it was my honor ❣️

      BTW, please feel free to call me ‘David’. That is my first name. The word ‘ben’ means ‘son of’ in Hebrew, and my father’s name was ‘Alexander’. I created this blog in his memory. I know it’s confusing because ‘Ben’ is also a name in English ~ sorry about that!

      Much love,
      David

  5. Did Sarah Cope just roll out a canvass and then painted the most beautiful verses about the dance of creation.
    I just sat here, sipped coffee, beholden by this magnificent piece, crowning genesis in the most wonderful flow of spirit-filled language and here i sit in awe.
    And then you add such a fitting hook David Oh yes, good stewards we should be!!
    🐇The bunnies bashful and shy bolt for the bushes in the blink of an eye,
    Unlike the bold butterflies that flutter brazenly through the skies,🦋
    What a wonderwork
    🦢The swans slide in silence paired with pure panache, They are the Royalty of the water praised, poised and posh, Ruling with regality and gracility and conduct, Often looking down their elegant elongated necks, At the peasant quarrelsome quacking ducks, With utter distaste and disgust,🦆
    Oh my what i Creator had in mind😂

          1. “The clouds barrel into the pools of blue, crashing into golden sunlight streaks piercing through the sky,”
            “The swans slide in silence paired with pure panache”
            These lines are just exquisite Sarah, excellent imagery and alliteration! 😁👍👌👏Thanks David for letting her poem speak! 😁

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