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Observer - The Poet in Me

Joyette Fabien wrote poetry in her youth. Not much of a talker, poetry became her primary response to life's ups and downs.

The Thinker; the Poet

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I look down and I see

I’m a thinker

In this mechanical world

I sit here on its periphery

And I cringe at what I see within…


Everyone seems busy

Trying their best to outrace time

The machines, the gadgets, the clocks

They’re the indispensable triggers of the day


I peer closer

Into the world’s core

I see nothing, or something that looks

Like nothing. A huge chasm, dark within


I peer even closer

And I realize that this thing

This nothing that I see down there

Could probably be my grieving, aching heart


Yes, my sad heart

Bleeding for this misguided world

With all these selfish, mindless people

That are trying to run a race against time


I hear a deep sigh

Then a painful sob. Is it my heart crying

Then I sense an all-encompassing sadness

And realize I‘m not alone. I peer deeper into the darkness


I stretch out my arms

For there, also sitting on the periphery

Are many other burning, weeping hearts like mine

Filled with pity for all this death we see before us


Here we are; thinkers

Sitting on the edge of the world

We form a chain, one love; one aim

To smash the death that lies death before us


We, the thinkers

Of this world, have realized that

We are the world’s hope, our brothers’ keepers

We were born with a mission to change the world


Softly, gradually

We move inwards, deep into the core

Tightening the circle. Our combined lights

Cut through the darkness infusing new hope


We breathe life

A new day is dawning; a new world is coming

The thinkers we are, and we have the power

To awaken our brothers to a new way of living


1985

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© 2022 Joyette Helen Fabien

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