Sunday, June 18, 2023

1589 - The Flight of the Cuckoo


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The Flight of the Cuckoo

The chimes punctuate the passage,
Of time and life and flock.
Only death knows what lies beyond
And each day tends the clock.

We think we are important,
That we’re all made of steel,
But the world will keep on spinning 
With no-one at the wheel.

The question is an open one, 
That humans will survive?
Are we cuckoos in the earthly nest,
Consuming to deprive?

So what drives us on?  Desire, I guess,
Just some immortal twist:
To know we made a difference,
To know we will be missed.

Ego in the guise of caring
Will reluctantly admit:
It no-one’s there to miss us,
What is the point of it?

The chimes punctuate the passage,
Of time and life and flock.
Only death knows what lies beyond
And each day tends the clock.
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© 2023  J Cosmo Newbery
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10 comments:

  1. Beautifully expressed and sometimes painful truth.

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  2. Good to see you at P&SU again! Hard to argue with these philosophical musings – only I think life itself is the point of it.

    (I shared a poem about Launceston this week.)

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  3. Are we cuckoos in the earthly nest - that is a fascinating thought!!!

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  4. There is wisdom in your words, which are beautifully expressed. Life for its own sake … Rosemary offers a fair point.

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  5. This is deeply thought provoking ... and beautifully composed.

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  6. AnonymousJune 21, 2023

    If no one is there to miss us what is the point of it....sadly too many who are alive are in this situation let alone dead. I suppose that is why having a belief in God who loves us all sustains those who have no one on earth

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  7. As a species on this planet, we are the worst kind of cuckoos...

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  8. Life can be livable, if not enjoyable, with its mysterious ways.

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  9. This made me stop and think. The writing is beautiful.

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  10. Only death knows what is beyond and that's a mystery to look forward to in the end.

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