Ignorance

I hear the music from the lake
and close my ears in fear.
The sound is new and different
and I don’t like it near.

I feel the rhythm from the land
and sense a strong disgust.
That rhythm I don’t want know,
yet realize – I must.

I see a symbol in the sky
through my tear-filled eyes.
Its message I can’t understand
and don’t want its advice.

I heard, I felt, at last I saw,
and yet, I missed my chance.
It is the fear to learn again
that saved my ignorance.

From: 
HM Gruendler-Schierloh




ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a bilingual writer, translator, and language instructor. To support my deep interest in verbal and written communications with academic credentials, I have acquired a BA in journalism as well as advanced credits in linguistics with an emphasis on teaching English as a Second Language (ESL). Some of my work (essays, fiction, creative non-fiction, and poetry) has been published in Canada, Great Britain, the United States, and online.


Last updated June 20, 2011