Disasters hit – Rondeau for dVerse

To write about catastrophes for dVerse is both easy and hard. I seems to have written many dark poems this week. In general I am pessimistic of humanity. So I have this rondeau on humanities different -isms.

Guernica by Pablo Picasso

Guernica by Pablo Picasso


disasters hit us everyday
in deeds that fill me with dismay
betrayals, greed and egoism
and nations run by jingoism
humanity itself betrays

to Mammon we a tribute pay
and then participate and play
the power games of centralism
disasters hit…

O see our planet in decay
where ethics gone or thrown away
replaced with fundamentalism
a growing and abyssal schism
disasters hit …

April 18, 2013

29 responses to “Disasters hit – Rondeau for dVerse

  1. your last line says much. The world goes on and on and on, as do disasters. I am appreciating your rhymes, there is a certain comfort to the sounds.

  2. …disasters hit….manmade ones keep repeating…we have the tools to work toward getting along; the powers that be don’t use them…hence revolution….don’t get me started 😉 I was there in 2008, stood in the park they made surrounding the tree where people gathered

  3. Guernica hung in my nursery so I have a strange mix of responses to it, revulsion and succor intermingling. Jane mentions the rhymes and I think they serve to invoke that sensation here. Will we transcend our intense limitations? Will we value humans more than ideology? All important questions.

    • I agree.. the rhymes serve as a kind of death dance… Actually the Rondeau that is a great disaster poem is “Flanders Fields” by John McCrae…

      In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
      That mark our place; and in the sky
      The larks, still bravely singing, fly
      Scarce heard amid the guns below.

      We are the Dead. Short days ago
      We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
      Loved and were loved, and now we lie
      In Flanders fields.

      Take up our quarrel with the foe:
      To you from failing hands we throw
      The torch; be yours to hold it high.
      If ye break faith with us who die
      We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
      In Flanders fields.

  4. Nice use of “disasters hit” in this rondeau. I also like your reference to Mammon…though I personally find the thought of Belial scarier..

  5. I was not familiar with the Rondeau form. Any time we free form poets are saddled with rhyme, meter, syllable count, it both stimulates and restricts our creativity, pushing us into places both uncomfortable and exhilarating. Somehow your poems emerges both as existential and Dada, strict to form but free as thought; enjoyed it, sir.

    • Maybe, since English is not my mother tongue I feel less restricted by grammar :-)… but certainly rhymes is more restricting than meter to me. I usually try to tell a story or similar, as pure lyrical doesn’t fit me very well.

  6. Mammonism results in our planets decayism…unless fundamentalism gets us sooner…
    We will learn when it is too late… (sadly)
    Anna

  7. I enjoyed reading this poem, Bjorn. Not sure what that says about me! There’s another ism that we suffer from – and it is more dangerous than any of the ones you’ve mentioned, terrible though they are. I speak of narcissism – the love of self above all else. It is narcissism that allows us to demand our rights whilst shunning our responsibilities to others – and the results are plain for all to see.

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