"Personification of Justice"‘You Decide’ and Other Poetry by Lorna Davis The Society March 12, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, The Environment 8 Comments You Decide Some know me as Destiny, The weaver of the cloth of Time. Although my looms are never stilled, They say I choose how high you’ll climb, How fast you’ll fall, how great your name; I am the ruler of the game. Others think of me as Fate. They say I have a heart of stone. To them, I am a constant shadow Keeping future paths unknown. I make life bitter, or make it sweet; To challenge me is sure defeat. Some poor fools just call me Luck And beckon me with chants and charms. A clover leaf or rabbit’s foot Will surely keep them safe from harm. I set the odds and rule the dice; I hold the key to Paradise. But wise men know I must be used. I am their servant and their tool. I do exactly as I’m bid, And work for kings and pawns and fools. And they may cry, or may rejoice, But wise men know my name is Choice. The Rarest of Gems Imagine a jewel beyond compare, with life-giving powers, incredibly rare, and just one discovered on all the wide Earth; how could you possibly measure its worth? Imagine a few people taking that gem and hacking off bits of it only for them until all of its life-giving power was lost; how could you possibly measure the cost? Now imagine a planet that’s circling a star and it’s not too close, but it’s not too far, encased in a silvery-blue atmosphere, creating a layer of lush biosphere. It’s mostly of rock with a molten core, but covered with oceans and mountains and more, with rivers and deserts, and undulant plains, and clouds that bring snowfall, or life-giving rains. There’s a beautiful, oversized moon at its side that keeps the great oceans from sloshing wide, and it turns on a tilt, which we know is the reason it’s blessed with these changes of scenery each season. And so many species of life! And such scale, from the tiny amoeba to mighty blue whale, in the skies, in the mud, in the lakes, in the seas, in the wide leafy forests that sway in the breeze. We’ve looked in the heavens, we’ve searched through the skies with satellite telescopes aiding our eyes, we’ve listened for any signs of living sound, but nothing like our precious Earth has been found. Imagine that one of the species of Earth should ruin this beautiful world of their birth by pumping in chemicals, burning the trees, dumping their trash in the beautiful seas, stripping the land to make fortunes from oil, from coal or from minerals, poisoning the soil, filling the skies with their toxic pollution, silencing all who suggest a solution, burning up carbons that alter the air, possibly spoiling it beyond repair. There’s no other world within reach like our Earth; how can we possibly measure its worth? But should its great life-giving power be lost, how could we possibly measure the cost? Lorna Davis is a poet who is happily retired and living in California. Related Post ‘Ode to the Great Highland Pipes’ by Joseph Char... For Bill Horn Send up on wings of blood our fathers’ cry, Though the unhearing dead brook not your sound, And flesh yet binds us to the groaning gr... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 8 Responses David Paul Behrens March 12, 2018 Clever concepts for both poems and both well written. Reply Lorna Davis March 12, 2018 Thank you! Reply J. Simon Harris March 12, 2018 I like both of these poems, but especially the first. The four stanzas very nicely parallel one another, and the progression from first to last is very well paced. The simple rhyme scheme and stress-based meter are both well-suited to the poem. And the message is a positive one, for those who will heed it. I’m reminded of a quote often attributed to Thomas Jefferson (I think the attribution is spurious, but I have no idea where it actually comes from): “I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.” Reply Lorna Davis March 12, 2018 That quote sums the idea up nicely, whoever the author may have been. If brevity is the soul of wit, I have been outwitted. 🙂 Thank you! Reply Steven Shaffer March 12, 2018 I like to savor these, so I just read the first one so far. Very nice! Also, I could not help but think of the song “Sympathy for the devil” by the Rolling Stones; I think it has a similar meter. Reply Lorna Davis March 12, 2018 Thank you! I’ve had the Stones rolling around in my head since reading your comment. 🙂 Reply Lenore March 13, 2018 I enjoyed reading these …thoughtful and well said. Reply Lorna Davis March 14, 2018 Thank you, Lenore. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.