SIGH
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Thursday, 22 May 2014
SIGH
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
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This is a powerful cry for conservation: my skin burns as the leaves sigh..Your imagery shows the connection between man and nature.
ReplyDeletesigh 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.
ReplyDeleteOh! how we all wish for this:(
ReplyDeleteWouldn'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:
ReplyDelete"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"
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.
ReplyDeleteunholy grip! "my skin burns…" A warning, a cry - will "she" be heard?
ReplyDeletequite a photo and pen - an unholy grip indeed ~
ReplyDeleteI like this poem and its message...that unholy grip will be our undoing.
ReplyDeleteEnough to make one cry a river, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteYour last lines are striking. :-)
ReplyDeleteohhh 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.
ReplyDeletelove the bit about the river unblemished by human hands.
stacy lynn mar
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