A POND’S-EYE MORNING VIEW
Right of the center
of the cosmic stage,
the rising sun disrobes
its horizon and announces
the arrival of another bright day.
Wading towards a pond,
a family of cute ducks,
Stretch and wiggle
their yawning wings.
The chloroplast bodies
of fueling algae around the pond,
capture the shining rays of the sun;
energizing the multi-life community:-
In the pond’s park of lily pads
and varied shapes of rocks,
aroused young frogs hopscotch
from one landing to another
Barking and running the pond’s banks,
a swaggering beagle chases a thirsty squirrel
back up the trunk of its tall sage resident-tree:-
Up on the street atop the pond’s hill,
car horns blast as rushing drivers
pass by—chatting on cell phones—
using front windshield mirrors,
getting their faces ready for the day:-
Thus, our morning view,
as my dog and I continue
our ramble around the pond :-
The light!
it outshines, dominates and cannot be captured,
is the definition of its glory and pride.
But a substance,
as little and unseen as it is,
captures the light, processes and even converts,
so is my victory and testament.
The Chloroplast!
Aiming at a shot, but had a blast
despite the hibernation
my doings shout and boast
as influence and praise stretch my coast.
From east to west
spreading so fast
like the yeast on an old baked dough.
My methods cast upon the waters
as they stay afloat and pass the test,
this marvels my competitors
and keeps them alarmed.
The past,
having its proclamation of me,
"less than a commoner
and worse than an outcast".
The present protests
while the future screams "AVAST!"
my new empire,
filled with pasteurized milk
produced from healthy breasts
and sweet scenting red meat
well spiced, salted and roasted
sums up the efficiency of my hands
which have defeated lack
until Ice heavys water.
At last!
In the Island of abundant grapes
having supplies of fresh and viscous Honey
with vast avenue for pleasures.
I stand the greatest.
And as mighty and untouchable as I seem.
I still dwell like the chloroplast.
Most people can see that the sky is blue.
It is not difficult to see that the ocean is too.
Green is the color of grass and buds in the spring.
Its appearance signifies the renewal of everything.
We owe the color of green to the chloroplast.
It ensures that life on the earth will last.
So many things on the earth are green or blue.
Ubiquitous are objects with either hue.
However, there are some with a rare condition.
With blue or green, they can make no distinction.
It is due to the absence of blue receptors in the retina.
This inherited condition is known as “Tritanopia”.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this poem.
What makes a leaf green is the chloroplast.
Since they expire in the autumn, they don’t last.
In September, the green disappears rather fast.
In that season, we see a magnificent color blast.
Red, gold, and brown are among the pretty hues.
For the fall season, those trees are paying their dues.
Robert Pettit
For Russell Sivey’s Autumn Colors contest
Written August 12, 2012
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