Post-Hesiodean Poem

Poets of remote past and eternal present Taught me hymns of love, pride and dignity They knew so well how to live and die Yet we live in the twenty first century. The light is dim, almost colorless around Pollution, nuclear threats, violence, crime, Alienation and angst became the essence Of life on coordinates of space and time. Searching amongst meaningless things meaning My poems ripple in the cosmos like ocean waves I aim and dream to reach the unattainable In these Post-Hesiodean Works and Days. Yearning for organic harmonies, the timeless Calmness of solid geometry I wonder Hoping that with a poem, painting, song Or novel, our world is becoming better.