Each delicious breath,
Every cooling drink.
I salute your passing.
Temperatures we enjoyed,
your breezes stroked my skin,
sunlight played softly,
green fields waved salutations.
I recognize your demise.
Unfiltered sunlight on my face,
the electric drone of insects,
the melodious aviary song,
the dance of sea lions,
the taste of spring water,
Gone in a generation.
The doe greeted me on my trek
to glacier-capped peaks.
Rivers ran cerulean
reflecting a perfect sky.
I feel the loss.
Gentle rain-soaked pastures
with bouncing young sheep,
gleeful in life’s celebration.
Nature's bounty fed me.
I long for your joy.
We all do.
You splashed riches around us.
We met you with greed.
Overconsumed and ignored,
we changed you,
we hurt you.
We miss you.
An angry you remained,
not joyful, giving, or golden.
still you, but thirsty, lonely, dark.
Alone in your existence,
your children died around you.
You witnessed the deaths,
the floods, the fires,
the famines, the heat.
You mourned with us.
But we broke you, we killed you.
Your evil twin remains,
to punish us until a balance returns,
that might save a dying planet.
Categories:
overconsumed, angst, appreciation, beauty, death,
Form: Elegy
Euginia Liapich
Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup.
November 26,2013
Well-powered ideals flowing free
Your Existential ,Passionate search for Truth
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief
It being usage rather than TB
Consumption, over-consuming to consume
Well-powered ideals flowing free
On Reminiscence of a Family tree
Upon your life in the Genetic Doom
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief
Upon exploring your Artisitic Streak
On cultivating your Poetic Bloom
Well-powered ideals flowing free
Did you for once the future nor Predict
And living with Your unwarranted Gloom
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief
Priorities changes Ideals not as Chief
By moral fall I was overconsumed
Well-powered ideals flowing free
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief
Categories:
overconsumed, art, dream, introspection, nostalgia,
Form: Villanelle
Our world has become overconsumed with status
and caste systems, with most folks wanting to be a
part of the Elite crowd,
As the "wanna-bes" have their fun,
wining and dining and enjoying the "spoils",
content with the lower rungs being contained
in the cellars,
Every day people continue to toil,
picking up their slack, trying hard to make the upper
hierachy look stellar,
The "little people" get forgotten by the wayside,
while the haughty maintain their pride,
with their smug jokes of pseudo- excellence and inequality,
they parade their vanity, without an iota of regard or care
for the "little people" who helped them to get there.......
Categories:
overconsumed, introspection
Form: Light Verse