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.
Restlessly,
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;
Colourful cartwheels,
Frisbees perambulating, round the
unending shore…
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
An evocative piece, and a good read. The perambulating frisbees were a bit of a bright spot!
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ReplyDeleteLightens the darkness a little
And the mind begins to change"
And when Mother Earth Speaks I listen. mSo beautiful!
This poem resonates with me so much. Nature's balm is what keeps us going when all the man made stuff overloads us. I so agree with "the luxury of being alive", and am grateful for all we have in our lives. I ESPECIALLY love thos powerful closing lines. An awesome poem, Panchali. So happy you shared it with us.
ReplyDeleteWell composed souce of reflection.
ReplyDelete'Mother Earth like a kind stranger
ReplyDeleteOften says a lot,'....only if we would pay heed to...sigh...
As the Earth laments in her slow spinning…
ReplyDeleteEvery life she’s brought forth, is only
To draw back to herself again…
Nothing lasts…nothing vanishes too.
Beautifully poignant!
Sometimes words are too much. That's when we need the open seas, and even the footpaths with brambles!
ReplyDeleteI feel your words, Panchali, with every breath.
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