Lear, And Darwin Comments

This 'rules' in my opinion... a 'universal' masterpiece! Absolutely superb by every measure... a brilliant piece of poetry.

Darn Will... you ARE good. Zen

Beautiful interplay of sensory and abstract images to say never, never, never

And those who try to save the race Doom other species in its place. These will be memorable lines for years to come, Will. Very reflective of what has been haunting your heart and mind, what has absented you from the web. We're patiently awaiting your return, a new surge of compassionate pieces. A wonderful poem. Susie xx.

Will. I won't add to the entirely accurate approbations below, save to say that this is an absolute stunner. t x

DaMm FiNE woRk MY LiEgE, Ur HeaRt hAS GRoWn WinGs, u LeaDEr Of The EvOLutiOn u....... love the toll bit a lot, like a price we pay to pLAy KinG.. aWsome woRk mR WiLLLLLLLL

We grow thinking our fate lies in our own hands as individuals and for the race. But we learn, and it's not a cynical process. The major determining factors are beyond us it seems, and should we take steps that appear to us to accelerate the end then perhaps we fall victim to the delusion again. So, no blame? ? Or do we have just enough - perhaps untraceable - free will to steer this ship safely through some of the storms that the evolution of life and the universe have lying in wait, to extend and enhance our stay. And thereby imply that failure is culpable? ! Or by taking any elective steps for betterment/salvation do we suffer Lear's fate? You imply no free will, Will! I would argue we have enough to give us scope for hope, and for fear, but I'm damned if can argue a convincing case for it. I simply cannot get real traction on it! An unfalsifiable argument on both sides I think. My guess is that your predicted outcome will be correct either way. Great and deeply stimulating, though perhaps appropriately bleak content, expressed with superb poetic skill as always. Excellent use of partial rhymes! No visible stress at all! Loved this. jim

Love this Will. We are merely driving someone else's bus!

What a shame that the same mental power that allows us to bend the world for sustenance, health or shelter also reveals our mortality.

You have tied this all together beautifully. What a shame that the same mental power that allows us to bend the world for sustenance, health or shelter reveals us our mortality.

Eloquent and thought-provoking as always. t x

a very beautiful written poem will, and well said. we need to do what we can, while we are here, and not waste any time, because it is so short, like a vapor, it is only for a while then it's gone. nice write.

The tension between hope and despair... to me, this is real, and Hope itself is very real... For mankind? Maybe not. For Eternity? Yes! Perhaps this isn't the point of your poem - a beautifully! written piece. It's what we do with ourselves in the time that we have, and not just for ourselves, which generates a kind of hope. But I take your point, especially as a mother... (Wo) Man is a Ass in many hopeless respects.

Dark, wise, and very beautiful. A song for a winter night indeed! Write on, Will. Warm regards, Sandra