On a Sunday?
it had been a hot night
when morning broke
the sun was multi-colored
the day was born
and incomprehensively
naïve
thinking it was powerful
and not a mirror
of human activity
It hoped to stay till evening
no such luck
and slowly fade
admired by its paleness
the fog of night
takes no prisoner of days
abort, was hollered
so ignorant
think it could kill the unborn
Down where
The glowing sun illuminates the eastern sky
Lemony daylilies open one more bloom
And the mockingbird's song rings true
Doves fly in to feed, too
Down where
The morn is quiet
Human activity still mostly void
Doves sing their love songs
Away, away they transport
Down where
No crows seem to call warnings
On this quiet morn
The poet wonders about Israel
And the Gaza strip war-torn
Down where
Rockets are fired
And antimissiles aim for their mark
How noisy their days and nights must be
How many miss their part
Down where
Questions go without answers
We have to trust the Divine plan is being fulfilled
The poet knows God still loves mankind
And desires mankind do His will
Abortion
Morning broke
pink rain and colors
Born was the day
incomprehensively
how stupid thinking
it had power
when it is just a mirror
of human activity
The morning hoped
to stay till the evening
and silently drift away
the fog of night
a rescuer
of days aborted into hate
and ignorance
as easy as to kill
the unborn
Abecedar baffles & confounds didn't even figure Google® helpful ~ I just kinda looked myself ~ not open-minded people questioning rational stuff ~ that until value wilts 2 year zero.
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NOTES:
Theodore Roethke likened poetry-forms to sieves, " . . . catching certain materials". Such an attractive sentiment about such an important human activity.
An artist friend once created an art-exhibit wherein the recipients were photographed and asked to write their opinion about his sign which read: "Art is a game with no rules", with the understanding that these too would be framed and added to the exhibit.
Robert Warlov likens 'Poetry-forms' to someone else's "Rules".
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This is a reversal poem. A form not yet recognised by Poetry Soup
It's a matter of survival, everybody's business
Looking after ourselves and our homes
Before
Care for the environment and other species
But
With the changing climate
And
With the decline in biodiversity
What can we do?
It's all down to natural cycles
I would deny that
Human activity is responsible for global warming
Indeed
The use of fossil fuels
Is
Part of a developing economy
Now read from bottom to top.
Elegiac
The hotel was empty no one the reception area
I walked upstairs and all the room where empty.
The restaurant at the hotel had a grubby air
like human activity swiftly fell on plates as dust.
I looked out of the window it had snowed and
snowy footsteps on pavements but no people.
Evening came early, streetlamps came on and
snow fell on the vacant road keeping its knowledge
I got a blanket from one of the rooms sat in
The foyer waited and had no clear idea what
the waiting was about, maybe a phone call.
Then it was morning her funeral was at ten
but this was not a day for a hearty breakfast
the street had people not sharing my sorrow.
Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations,
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale
thereupon...
timelessness is but a variable symbol
factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers
There was a stunning planet called earth
That was the home of men since their birth
Who wished themselves much to please,
Each appetite to appease,
Finally, drove all mankind to its death.*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 September 2015
*From Alaska, US President Barack Obama has warned that climate change is an urgent and growing threat that has to be faced now. Human activity” he said “is disrupting the climate, in many ways faster than we thought.” He promised to take measures but each one of us is responsible to act!
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