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.
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.
ReplyDeleteWell said...thanks, Sherry!
DeleteIndeed... we are like lice on a great dog... and one day when we have sucked enough blood... the dog will shake us off.
ReplyDeleteNice simile, Mr. Brudberg!
DeleteAwesome poem, AZ poet Timoteo. Cat.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh...now where's that catnip? Here kitty...
DeleteThanks for giving her voice.
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated, Colleen.
DeleteNature's plight :(
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, Vandana.
DeleteYou hit the nail right on the head, Tim.
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated, Kerry.
DeleteOh wow! Truth spoken so poetically.
ReplyDeleteThank ye poetess Susie!
DeleteThank you for a voice. Appreciate this.
ReplyDeleteA voice that's getting louder with each passing day.
DeleteAh... yeah. Just keep on mindlessly, people.
ReplyDeleteAs long as it feels good...we gonna do it :)
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