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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

TRACE IT BACK




Nature procreates
mindlessly
with no regard for the numbers
or the consequences.
I know some peeps like that too.

Bathing in their own pious disregard--

the stink of the river still on them,
as Gaia's icy tears
cascade into the sea.

And I thought I heard her whisper:

There's only one of me...
and far too many of you.


18 comments:

  1. Whoa, this one hits me exactly where I live.....only one of her, way too many of us. Beautiful and effective image of her icy tears - melting faster than we can record it. Great poem, Timo.

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  2. Indeed... we are like lice on a great dog... and one day when we have sucked enough blood... the dog will shake us off.

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  3. Awesome poem, AZ poet Timoteo. Cat.

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    1. Ahhhh...now where's that catnip? Here kitty...

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  4. You hit the nail right on the head, Tim.

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  5. Oh wow! Truth spoken so poetically.

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  6. Thank you for a voice. Appreciate this.

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    1. A voice that's getting louder with each passing day.

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  7. Ah... yeah. Just keep on mindlessly, people.

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    1. As long as it feels good...we gonna do it :)

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