The Birds and the Bees

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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.

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The Final Statement

  
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.

From a Distance


 The invisible one,
 It ushers in on a breath,
 Lulling false securities,
 As it tickles the flowers;
 Then prods;
 Then pushes;
 Then stamps,
 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
 Truly appreciated.
 Or so those who see it from a distance do say.
 Yes, only those from a distance.
 
 
 
 

The Clouds Roll By

 

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.

Apocalypse Waiting



 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,
 Apocalypse waiting
 For you and for me.
 

 
 (Image courtesy ACIDMEAT on deviantart.com)

Dammed/Damned



 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.
 
 

 
 (Image courtesy nationalgeographic.com)

IT



 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
 
 

(Image courtesy GENZOMAN on deviantart.com)