The Birds and the Bees
The leaves hung like hummingbirds hovering for food. In swarms of suspended metals, autumn’s glinting deposits waited to settle on the scorched ground.
Next came the wind. Warmer than a lover’s kiss, colder than a refusal, it took me in its swirling embrace unsure whether to throttle or enfold. Me and that last of all trees in that last of all places.
Those leaves that remained whipped about like bees stinging at my skin, my throat, my everything. In beauty, I died.
We all did.
When the universe exploded, I was sad. I’d hoped for so much more than the deflated cloud of vermillion like so much spreading blood. There was no catastrophic bang, no grand finale, no last hurrah, in fact, barely a whimper. You’d have thought after all the effort in growing it, all the struggles both physical and metaphysical, there might have been some massive, last statement. But there wasn’t. What a pity. What a waste. I took my finger off the button.
The invisible one,
It ushers in on a breath,
Lulling false securities,
As it tickles the flowers;
In swathes of crescendo.
Ravaging for no reason,
A demonstration without need,
The Storm finally abates.
But only in the aftermath
Is the beauty of the before
Or so those who see it from a distance do say.
Yes, only those from a distance.
In a vista of destruction
Of what we were and did,
Walls of crumbling concrete
Do seek a semblance of life.
Perforated by green shoots
And the beginnings of new forests
A broken city stands as a desolate reminder
Of the weakness of mankind to endure.
And, yet, in stark contrast,
A painted reminder of how even vapour
Can be brought to beautiful life,
The clouds roll by.
From the inside out
No longer our sun
No longer our world
Humanity spreads so violently,
Reaping what it sows.
Flowers populate with style,
Dispersing on summer winds.
Oozing through the water,
blight upon the sea,
in oil slick madness
man crafts the ocean.
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In the breath of a dawn,
In the sigh of sunset,
This Earth strives to speak
If we only would let.
It tells of what could be
And possibly was,
Yet we do not listen
We’re making her cross.
In weather unbridled,
Of fury and steam,
I’m hoping to wake up
And find this a dream.
But doubts start to tingle
As lava runs free,
For you and for me.
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Never did I think it would come to this
A million dreams shattered as one
Time stopped; breath held; life overlooked,
As water flooded in to extinguish the past.
I watched the workmen cheer as the last restraint was removed
And what once was green was suddenly made muddy brown.
The crash of liquid against dammed restraints
A call to arms for humankind;
A scream to the skies for nature!
I watched my old home sink below man-made waves,
Memories drowned, a past liquidated.
The walk back down the next valley
Was a trek into another world.
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In shadow IT came obliterating light
Turning the golden to shades of deep night
Trampling flowers with colours so fair
Turning sweet Eden to darkest nowhere
Eclipsing the goodness with hues of evil
And introducing IT we know as DEVIL
But hope can’t be quashed by the likes of HE
Individual voices can defeat in harmony
And banish IT far as a blast from the sun
Let IT know ITS own fear and in turn run
Together this Earth can be Eden once more
And hopeful I am, I can be on its shore
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