I wrote this poem to read out loud at an open mic with the theme Decomposition. Thank you to Kelli and everyone who made the environment calm and supportive. I had a wonderful time and I hope you enjoy this poem. Human Hands...
If the Earth beneath your feet, beneath
the steady hum and pace of the street crumbled in frustration, desperate for your consideration :
Would you listen?
If the walls could cave in and
whisper, the kindest of words, words
of motivation and support :
Would you listen?
If the waves that ricochet, tumble
and bellow into the shore ; rose
up and shook the Earth with
words of anger and concern ;
Would you listen?
If the mountains could rise any higher
to tell you the tales of endless suffering and loneliness
tales of inquisitive humans and hankering animals
always on the lookout for food ;
Would you listen?
If the stars fell from the sky,
enormous exploding balls of gas bypassing our atmosphere to tell you the truth
the truth about the unforgiving destruction done by human hands ;
Would you listen?
Under which circumstances,
would you open your eyes and come
to realize the beauty that is our Earth? Under what circumstances would you
open your ears to listen and hear the splashing of melting ice?
Under what circumstances,
would you open your heart and learn to do your part, beginning to share all that is here
in the name of benefiting our Earth?
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~ Have you ever adopted a stray?
Yes. And Tetley is the best.
D.O.
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