Thursday, 22 May 2014

SIGH

courtesy : google image

I can’t find that rhythm

The seasons once danced in

The air is grave and stern

I wish to bring back the hamadryads

For my skin burns as the leaves sigh

I wish I could dig a brand new river

Unblemished by human hands

Then watch its stealthy flow

Alas! That is not to be

For those hands

Have heaven and earth

 In their unholy grip

                                       

Posted @ Real Toads where Kerry Says - Let's Include Pathetic Fallacy

12 comments:

  1. This is a powerful cry for conservation: my skin burns as the leaves sigh..Your imagery shows the connection between man and nature.

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  2. sigh indeed. we move further and further away from care for our world each day it seems...if you dug a new river i would how long it could stay clean.

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  3. Oh! how we all wish for this:(

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  4. Wouldn't we all like to dig a new river? We are stewards of God's good earth yet we are blowing it big time. Sumana, it reminds me of the Richard Harris song, Mac Arthur Park:
    "Mac Arthur's Park is melting in the dark
    All the sweet green icing flowing down
    Someone left the cake out in the rain
    I don't think I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it
    And I'll never have that recipe again, oh, no"

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  5. I love "I wish I could dig a brand new river." We are lucky in my part of the world, we are rich in lakes and rivers and waterways. I can feel the parched earth in your poem.

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  6. unholy grip! "my skin burns…" A warning, a cry - will "she" be heard?

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  7. quite a photo and pen - an unholy grip indeed ~

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  8. I like this poem and its message...that unholy grip will be our undoing.

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  9. Enough to make one cry a river, perhaps?

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  10. Your last lines are striking. :-)

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  11. ohhh this makes me long for a wilderness somewhere...a log cabin, perhaps...a stream to wade across...a rock somewhere to sit upon and write.

    love the bit about the river unblemished by human hands.

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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