Earth Shaman’s Plea
I cast my thoughts to the heavens,
seek succor from the stars,
that they might hear my plight,
send solutions to a soul
wounded to its core, yet unwilling
to cast from its presence the scourge
that has brought this plague upon it.
Are not all elements essential to being,
each one a part of my whole? While some
have fallen to circumstance, making way
for others with a nature more fitting
to my own, these place upon me
scars that cannot be erased,
that jeopardize their own existence.
Should they exhaust all that I have
to offer, leaving nothing but desolation
in their wake, what is their next course?
To die with me? To leave me behind,
leaping from world to world, then on
to the very stars to whom I beseech?
Are they destined to know the same fate?
This poem is my response to Wounded Healer: Songs of the Earth Shaman, where Brendan says, “I can’t help wondering if the wounded healer for such global malaise is the Earth herself, a damaged wholeness, borne of human madness and the terrible spells of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice — air conditioning and solo vehicles, plastic wrappers and nuclear bombs. Maybe the song we need to hear and emulate is the wounded Earth’s?” “What and where are the wombs formed in the wounds of sea level rise and wildfire, mass extinction and ocean acidification? What then are the Songs of the Earth Shaman?”
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This Bitter Pill
That the cure is our demise
lies between hope and fear,
dear though we hold our home.
Are we the plague,
the ague that chills all hope,
the dope that drains all life?
To achieve tranquility,
must we become dust?
Must we be gone?
This second quadrille for the prompt from Lillian at dVerse … the most beautiful words are … (to write a quadrille [a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme] using tranquility) – came to me after Merril’s comment on Till There Is Nothing – “I hope Earth will live as the Blue Planet, even if we make it uninhabitable for ourselves.”
Image source: Wikimedia Commons (Earth seen from Apollo 17)
detritus in waves
disregarding true beauty
man spoiling nature
turning the tide with sadness
emotions moving the Earth
Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #30: Earth
Image source: NASA
National/Global Poetry Writing Month ~ Day 25
It’s in the Bag
Plastic shards will congregate
Coat the world till it’s too late
Choke the sea, and with it life
Desolation will be rife
If we don’t reverse this trend
Our planet will meet its end
Wasting the intrinsic worth
And splendor of our fair Earth
The prompt for Shall We Gather? from Lillian at dVerse is to write a quadrille that includes the word “gather” or a form of the word.
A quadrille is a 44-word poem, with no other restrictions (except the prompt word).
Unfortunately, as noted by Lillian in the comments below, “congregate” is not a form of the word “gather.”
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National/Global Poetry Writing Month ~ Day 24
Blue marble mottled with white
A seeming perfection, from space
And into space we look for
A pluperfect world
Our own perception
Clearly clouded by
Our view of perfection
Day Twenty-Two (Take Two) of 2016 NaPoWriMo.
The prompt from napowrimo.net: “write a poem in honor of Earth Day.”
Image source: (top) nasa.gov – Earth seen from a million miles away by the Deep Space Climate Observatory (DSCOVR) satellite // (bottom) NASA via Astronomy Picture of the Day – NGC 7635 – The Bubble Nebula