Monday, 8 June 2015

Mark Scrivener Poetry Blog No. 43 Once There Were No Spoons


ONCE THERE WERE NO SPOONS



I heard this phrase at the beginning of a creative writing exercise ( a story on an object ) and it struck me that it was, of course, perfectly true- so many things we take for granted have only come to us from the history of humanity. Therefore, I think it is true that our real strength is co-operation, not isolation or competition. 












ONCE THERE WERE NO SPOONS

Once there were no spoons
in any land, in any spot,
no human mind had thought
to fashion such
from wood or metal, clay or stone.

Once there were no words
on any air in any land,
no tales to tell of time's becoming.
No human voice had spoken and
no pen had ever crafted lines.

Once there were no names for stars,
no measuring of time and space.
And once there were no paths;
no names for any place.

Once there were no harps,
no flutes and no guitars,
no singing of the violin,
no human music on the air,
no human art, no singing prayer.

These are ours and only ours
because we share;
because we find ourselves
in what we learn from other's care.

How foolish then
to see ourselves
as though there were no other tunes
but one we hum alone.

Once there were no spoons.
And all we know was never known.














Once There Were No Spoons








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