Dusted Traditions

You will not find the answers in books.
Or researching through archives,
For clues to undo subdued remorse.
Nothing found printed,
Can seal cracks in cement!
What is occurring has needed full attention,
With 'hands on' acknowledgement...
And not through documents!

Those who followed scholars,
From a time long gone...
Those deemed to be brilliant...
In the centuries they were born!
Living processed concepts of life,
In days romanced and passed...
Can not be found today,
On cobblestones paved...
Erased to support,
Those urban sounds now heard...
And around on ground,
Violently shaking and disturbed!

Dusted traditions,
Picked over in transitions...
May satisfy those who try,
To bring a wholesome innocence back.
One that was glamourized,
And even then painted to attract!

Living in denial in the face of facts...
Is stirring up a turbulence,
In the minds of those...
Wishing added chapters exposed,
Were not so traumatic...
Sealed, abandoned and closed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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