Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Tuesday Poem: "The Unheralded"

Millions of us will never blaze
a trail of fame or infamy
or carve our names irrevocably
in the tree of civilisation,
but the surprise of the small stone
is how far the ripples can reach.

Say what you will
of your killers and kings,
your movie stars and moguls
who leave this world
on a comet of newsprint.
I would rather mourn for those men and women
who go home each evening and
kiss their loved ones goodnight.


  1. Absolutely. Very well put. Not only that, but as Joyce revealed, what heroism exists in that kiss!

  2. Nice. I like the stark contrast, accentuated also by the stanza separation. And the sound of bold declarations. Bravo.

  3. Thanks, Zireaux and Rethabile, for your erudite observations.

    How is life treating you in the Wonderful Land of Oz, Zireaux?