I remember the gifts from the Earth
Insensible as golden clay
Delicious as emerald Spring
So we go there, where nothing is waiting
One in five stars has an Earth
But my home is a living ruby
Of humanity’s journey through history
A magical thorn of slow winters
Shadows of silent waters
Bouquets of fields-flowers dancing in the wind
My home is Sol, friendly palace
Of crazy roots, dreaming forests
Intelligent Cities, helpful beings
I remember the gifts from the Earth
Her love that rocked me like
The source of blood and carnations
The rock and salad of my foundations
Yellow moments of beloved Autumns
Everything was so alive there
The fragrant luminous Moon
The sea-circle cluster of buds
And wildlife with the wild speed of whiteness
Wonders soft, as the burning of wood with music
And Beautiful women and children
With new measures like swans and lilies
And crystal computers with the hunger to improve
We sniffed the hot twilight of summers
And craved the savage harvests of the future.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Earth-57352441
“With new measures like swans and lilies…” Brilliant!
Thanks, I spent the day immersed in thoughts on astronomy and our golden age of discovering exoplanets, and it gave me a new sense of cherishing for our own planet.
humanities journey through history. wonderful line!
yeah it s just a journey, Im sure many species do the same thing.
Wonderful. I loved every aspect of it.
Thanks! Im trying to write positive poetry of late
Your poem touches a new level of sense — nice one!
Thanks Rafi, well I sort of hope it’s a humanitarian sense bathed in flights of fancy and futurism ;P Happy New year guys!
you are a boat of dreams, a drunken boat of golden dreams, and if we were on the same continent or in the same age decade, or anything close, i would ask you out on a date!!!!! poets are the greatest! no self-interest intended, as i too am a poet. i’m talking purely about the poet’s sensibility. we are the speaking souls of the planet, as you well illustrate!!!!!!