The media crosses oceans
emptying bags of gory stories…
The divisions widen its understandable
that I must cat nap periodically
in a cold, uncaring world….
The TV still telling the tales of barbarism/death
Ah, news is loud. A real heart-breaker most of the time.
I want to breathe.
I rush out on a mission to heal
The door to the sea is open,
I start walking on the footpath,
with brambles, all the way.
The luxury of being alive
Lightens the darkness a little
And the mind begins to change,
…. Dramatic indeed!
I study the calm open sea
Conscience versus nature bloom wondrously
I stand and watch the children gurgling,
digging in the sand in gaiety,
Quick bare feet running, flicking sand
Across God’s simple land;
Frisbees perambulating, round the
An uncanny peace cloaks my nervousness.
Menace undeniably assert its presence.
So, many things happen in this world
That have already happened
Somewhere they are part of what we own.
We must lament,
As the Earth laments in her slow spinning…
Every life she’s brought forth, is only
To draw back to herself again…
Nothing lasts…nothing vanishes too.
Mother Earth like a kind stranger
Often says a lot,
More in depth than all the words we’ve got!
Written for Susan's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/03/poets-united-midweek-motif-kindness-of.html