Thread: Soapbox Poetics

`







Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
careening headlong

[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]

the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
us closer to the edge
of a generation that
lives on the horizon

itself

peering further on

beyond

to challenges invisible
to our yet untrained minds

so a new era begins
pioneering unexplored
vastnesses and
before unrecognised
darknesses

while on the remotest reaches
bright lights we have yet

to define and harness
beckon
to our whetted appetite
for tomorrows





Into itself, beyond vast darkness, remote lights beckon our tomorrow.

`

Good stuff. You forgot to make "beckon" blue, though.
Interesting... I am reminded of 1984... going into darkness while expecting a bright future. However, this seems quite hopeful and motivational. Nice job.