Thursday, April 30, 2020

Greg Pincus - Still


STILL
by Greg Pincus

We still our cities, still our schools.
We still and watch with shock.
We still our bodies, still our minds.
We still… and we take stock.

We still have earth beneath our feet.
We still have sky above.
We still have art and friends and joy.
We still have hope and love.

We feel the world still spinning round -
Each night still yields to day.
We still don’t know the path ahead….
Still - we’ll find our way.


©Greg Pincus. All rights reserved.

Today's poem wraps up this year's edition of 30 Poets/30 Days. I offer up another big thank you to Bonnie Adamson for making me two logos when I plaintively asked for help. And of course, I give a huge thank you to the poets who joined in this year on the spur of the moment. 

Finally, I thank all y'all who've read along and shared the poetry with others. This definitely seemed to me like a year for poetry, and I'm glad to know that others felt so, too. Poetry is a good thing. We need good things now... and always.

Onward!


4 comments:

Kim said...

Thank you so much for letting us share this wonderful project.

kevan atteberry said...

Bravo.

April Halprin Wayland said...

I echo Kevan... What a beautiful way to cast and recast the word still.
Thank you for this respite each day, and the chance to glimpse at so many wonderful poets and poems

KarolinaS said...

Lovely way to wrap up the month! I'm sure I don't need to tell you that I've had a lot of fun reading along (and am currently polishing a Golden Shovel poem!).

All the love to you Mr. Pincus!