L. J. Carber Poet Free verse

Miasma

The world is a paradise,
a magnificent melange 
of desert and forest,
ocean and mountain, 
of birds in flight 
amid cotton clouds
and symphonies of flowers
carpeting God's green earth.

But we are 
the Outsiders,
WE are 
the conflicted species,
never happy for long, 
never done.
So we war with ourselves-- 
then... 
we war with the other.

We deny 
we wear the same coat, 
share the same mind,
feel with the same heart.
We hate---
when loving is easier.
We are so blind yet
are sure we can see.

Our nature, 
our ever so human nature,
is a miasma 
we never seem to escape.

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Elaine George May 26, 2020 at 3:10 PM This is especially true in light of where we are today as a human race. Congratulations on your well deserved top-notch placement. Sincerely ~ Elaine L. J. Carber May 27, 2020 at 11:10 AM Ah, sadly true,Eliane-- thank you~

Geoffrey Brewer June 24, 2018 at 8:33 AM And yet we perceive the world as a paradise (at least you and I do), whereas an alien from an alien world might see it as a hell. So if we can have such an idealistic consideration, does that not make our ideals and thus aspirations good? The miasma May infest some, but all?? Effective and stimulating poem, Len. L. J. Carber June 24, 2018 at 2:45 PM Thanks Geoff-- but yes, I think we-- because of our peculiar human nature, somewhere between beast and God-- will always as a species come up short of the best we could be. Believe me, I wish it were otherwise, but history bears this out, time and time and time again....