The Hollow Planet
If all language deserts me
All vice of verb and adjective
Then pardon my Divine feeling
That shall remain, in my silence
Like the voice of the forest
Before the logging trucks came
Like the sound of the ocean
Before the harbour and ship-horns
If the voice of a planet suffers
Who will hear her lost password?
Who will know the centuries
How many springs and summers yet
Till those virgin fields come back again?
While men and women breed
The world which has offered so much
Prosperity to them, suffers still
Their economy a scaffolding of allure
And the disconnection with nature
The urgency is for the physical basis
Which humanity has lost touch with
Evolution labored to drive us into cities
Green cities are the orgasms of the Earth
The hide and seek of skyscraper gardens
Wrapping towers of glass with gushing water
Will the city gardens prove that the beast
Can cohabitate with corridors of the future
Or shall we bring them droughts, famines,
Antibiotic resistance infections, floods.
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It’s Sunday Sharing and today’s rebuild is The Hollow Planet from Wuji Seshat, whose blog here at http://www.seshatwuji.wordpress.com is a constant flow of prolific, passionate poetry, always creative, sensual and visually moving. Wuji is also the creator of the LinkedIn Group for Writers & Poets on WordPress so stop by and join the poets online. Enjoy…
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The forest still has a voice but we need to join in it’s song
Only China with its investment in renewable energy sources impresses me. You think with 9 billion in 2050 the Earth will be okay?
Gorgeous!
Thanks Cindy
so much has been said about our environment but this one here touches my heart..