This Being Human Is…

Western Motel by Edward Hopper, 1957

You can read Kim’s post and prompt here:  https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/16/poetics-the-art-of-being-human/

In brief: “The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’ It does not have to be in the same format or style as Rumi’s, and you can compare being human to anything you want: a building or place, an object, something natural or something manufactured, a ritual or an everyday act. It is up to you to explore whatever it is in your poem.”

~~♥~~

This being human is…

Sand on the shore

And waves that freshen

Dawn meadow of purple heather

Cliffs above, jagged rocks below

Orchard boughs reaching, feeding

Cold concrete walls e’er unyielding

Pock-marked, knife-scarred, bruise-painted

First snow soft-falling whispered white

Midnight moonless, stars shy of dark

This being human is…

People passing fast as freeways

Pausing awhile, canvases

Of changing scenery

Kaleidoscopic hearts

Laughter ringing through musical rooms

Shadows slipping in, out of crowds

Trailing tears, dripping blood

This being human is…

Seasonal transitions

Hellos, goodbyes and 

Myriad words in between

Phrases synched…sometimes dangling

Broke-stave fences, blazing bridges

Tapestry’s constant weaving

Abandoned shacks, restoration

Castles solid, and tumbling down

Final losses named on marble stones

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

39 thoughts on “This Being Human Is…

  1. You got my full attention, right from the start….
    Love this bit..
    This being human is…

    People passing fast as freeways

    Pausing awhile, canvases

    Of changing scenery

    Kaleidoscopic hearts

    Damn… being human is to endure conversations and relationships when they last… and the changes within and without. Being human is to appreciate the moment.

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  2. Welcome to the Poets Pub’s Poetics. Zelda Rene, and thank you for sharing a poem rich with colour and imagery. We are indeed sand on the shore of life, tiny specks in the cosmos, each of us a receptacle for memories of seascapes, meadows, cliffs and orchards, as well as darker memories like ‘cold concrete walls’ (great use of alliteration there), ‘broke-stave fences, blazing bridges’ and ‘abandoned shacks’. My favourite lines:
    ‘This being human is…
    Seasonal transitions
    Hellos, goodbyes and
    Myriad words in between’.

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  3. Very beautiful and evocative. I especially loved these few lines:

    “Laughter ringing through musical rooms

    Shadows slipping in, out of crowds

    Trailing tears, dripping blood

    This being human is…

    Seasonal transitions

    Hellos, goodbyes and

    Myriad words in between”

    The good and the bad, the rest in-between. That is truly being human, and you expressed it all very well.

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