Earth Eon

Wings of Butterflies

 Into the bodies of birds
into the wings of butterflies
into amphibian membranes
into water that should be life-sustaining
leaches our chemical legacy
fruit of our need for perfection
for the manicured landscape
fruit of our impatience
for bigger and quicker yields,
with the natural cycle of growth
fruit of a telescopic vision
which sees man in the sight
and loses all in narrow focus.

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18 Responses to Earth Eon

  1. lazfreedman says:

    So well said, Monica
    yes, our Earths needs, vs our selfish human needs,
    Natures disappearing, now… so sad
    Peace to you, my friend
    Laz

  2. sandy says:

    A fitting Earth Day poem, Monica.
    Don’t you wonder that some people still don’t get it?

  3. bluebee says:

    And the consequences be damned – very few of us are not guilty of this – what will it have to take to make us change?

  4. Androgoth says:

    I am just calling by to have a read of your latest poem
    Monica and what a treat it is too… It is nice to see you
    back here and adding to your wonderful poetry.

    I wonder, are you adding some photographs of your Hawaii
    trip, in a separate page I mean? Yes I am a tad cheeky I guess
    but would like to view some of your holiday, the scenic one’s
    of course, I’m not that cheeky you know? lol

    Have a most delightful Easter Weekend now Monica

    Androgoth XXx

    • Monica says:

      Dear Androgoth, Thank you for such a nice message. I am thinking about Hawaii, still trying to absorb it. It is so different from home, I might as well have been on a different planet. One I would like to visit often. But it’s all our beautifully incomparable planet!! I wrote the pelican haiku there – I’m a little slow.

  5. Thats a great heavy insightful writing dear friend , you have much peception that few people possess
    Ian

  6. OUR CHEMICAL LEGACY

    wow I like that
    I see an astronaut saying that through his helmut as he pokes a hole in the moon with a flag pole.
    I hear a chorus of telescope visionaries singing it out to in a bleak Dr Suess type landscape.

    thanks

  7. penpusherpen says:

    a wonderful descriptive and to the point poem, Monica , telling how it is. and yet the ones who need to do something about the clean up never appear to be listening. One wonders if they will start listening when it’s far, far too late. We seem to be a species who have not a care for the legacy we leave behind. xPenx

    • Monica says:

      Pen, I know this subject is dear to your heart, as well. Ignorance is no longer bliss. We need a visionary leader, but it’s hard for visionaries to be elected. And thank you for your comments – always thoughtful and very welcome.

  8. kenny2dogs says:

    Man is the only animal that soils his own nest.
    It is our hands that are steering our own ship of destiny, and I am afraid Monica we are heading for the rocks. The air we breath, the water we drink and the food we eat are effected by mans inconsideration. It is, as if we care nothing for the generations to come. “Live for today” and “I am alright Jack” appears to be the attitude of the day.
    I am a none believer, but I do believe that “Man shall die by his own hand”
    Take care my dear friend.
    Kenny.

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