Today we are tasked with writing a glosa which expands on a quatrain from another poem. I chose to use my Uncle Brian's poem from yesterday's prompt! The lines from the original poem serve as the last line in each ten line stanza. If no one hears a tree fall,
Does it make a sound? Do any still seek answers To questions most profound? And who does one believe When witnesses abound? If the target audience Determines a fact's fitness, How does one seek truth if Truths are born of witness? The lessons of this life Make of each a student. Not all will choose to learn. Those who do are prudent. Their thoughts go on in wiser ways, Minds grow and become fluent. Others blindly bumble through, Against which they are remonstrated, Those who fail to attend To what life has demonstrated. The future is unknown to all. We learn from what is past. And so we cling to memories, The only things that last, For the future can't be fathomed, And the present passes fast. You must be willing to change course, To respond with quickness When the way is blind and You can't see through a wall's thickness. Brick by brick we build up walls To hide the truth from sight, For without a witness Then none or all are right, And in the chaos, Wisdom yields Surrendering to Might. For none can see through the brick wall That we have fabricated. No, none can see through a brick wall Unless it's fenestrated.
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