any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
This is a powerful cry for conservation: my skin burns as the leaves sigh..Your imagery shows the connection between man and nature.
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.
Oh! how we all wish for this:(
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 darkAll the sweet green icing flowing downSomeone left the cake out in the rainI don't think I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake itAnd 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.
unholy grip! "my skin burns…" A warning, a cry - will "she" be heard?
quite a photo and pen - an unholy grip indeed ~
I like this poem and its message...that unholy grip will be our undoing.
Enough to make one cry a river, perhaps?
Your last lines are striking. :-)
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 marhttp://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
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