Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By: Donovan Baldwin

Where my mind wanders, I must go,
Down darkened alleys,
With wet cobblestones,
Reeking of the garbage,
Of the human race

Into the blazing light,
Of the most glorious
And wondrous thoughts,
And actions of,
That same strange species.

One moment, ink to angels,
Another of the most demonic breed,
Brothers and sisters,
Capable of the sublime,
Or of slaughter,
Of innocents.

My torn mind is one with
All of theirs, and,
So, I must follow
Recording, for history,
For myself,
And for all others,
Of our breed.

Able to choose kindness,
And love, we choose,
Destruction and pain.
Able to choose the worst,
We choose the best.

Oh, what a tangled mass,
Of humanity and inhumanity
We are, and yet,
Somehow, with fits and starts,
Moving forward into some
Unknown oblivion,
Which will be recorded,
By the historian of man,

This unblind poet, who follows,
Blindly, recording all
The humanity and inhumanity
Of fellow man,
Doomed to write about,
All that is seen and sensed,
Where my mind wanders. 

November 2017

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