This is the planet that nurtured life from the moment life began, the way a man will blow on a spark in order to kindle a flame. This is the planet that welcomed life and awarded it top spot, gave it the keys to its atmosphere, and the freedom of ocean and rock. This is the planet that stocked its shelves with all the essentials for life: trace elements, carbon and vitamins -- and left it to fashion its prize. This is the planet that held its breath, preserving what others had lost -- and preserved it well until man appeared and fiddled with all the controls. This is the planet that healed itself with feedback, nudge and tweak, until it was pushed way over the edge into Chaos and Prospect Bleak. This is the planet out on a limb in need of a settings change. Its final, desperate hope is to recapture its maker's range.
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Monday, 12 November 2012
This be the planet
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And may I respectfully add, this is our planet? Nobody else's, it's ours to keep, to protect. And to lose ultimately.
Beautiful poem. And with a very strong message.
Greetings from London.
Wonderful and sadly true. Mankind will not fix the issue eventually the planet will preserve itself and hit the reset button I think.
great enviro message in this....its a shame when we are given much and all we do is take from it...until it can no longer stand it....and yes something must be done...
great poem and as "A cuban in london says"....ours to look after!!
Dave, I love the philosophy expressed in this poem. This is our planet. We must do our best to 'recapture its maker's range.'
True. I wish it wasn't.
The refrains sound like surging waves and make me think about our planet again and again... I think the last stanza is heartful aspiration.
This is all that we have. All that Providence had provided. Must we just be so irresponsible as to let it suffer, disintegrate or destroyed. Man has been given the parameters of needed action. But man is so engrossed in casting sufferings on those lame and weak. Nicely Dave!
A Cuban inLondon
You are so right. It is ours, it is up to us. If only...
I think so, too. I'm trusting Gaia. I fshe can't see us through, we're done for!
That puts it in a nutshell, exactly what we've done -- and are still doing, that's the preposterous part!
Thanks - if that's the right response for such a subject.
Yes, that puts it as it should be. no argument.
Thanks Mary. Maybe if we all howl long and hard enough...
The Elephant's Child
Amen to that!
I like the sound of those surging waves. Thanks.
Difficult to believe of our own genus, but yes.
Beautiful, Dave, and you know how deeply this poem resonates with me.
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