Epic Blunder

   

 ...and birds sang in their melodious harmony

  unaware the city lights were dimming,

    as thunderous clouds echo'd the starry skies

  heaven's floodgates open'd with a roaring plea

   what happened to our proud ancestor's 

        who believed us to be true?

 a wise old owl glare'd as he interrupted

        whilst sitting in

 a tree

             

grown of concrete rooted intentions

  'it

 isn't in the blood but the heart'

    love for the land and respect 

         for spirits and creatures

        still abounds, yet mankind has lost it's mind,

          pollution's flagrant dark noise surrounds

    culture and civilization made room for modernization

       looming on magenta's majestic horizons lies a smog,

         footprints of soot'd snow and darkly hue'd ponds,

           where white dove feathers can no longer fly~

Quiet overcame the earthly night, without uttering a sound

just wicked torrents of tears that never ended in another sunrise

     ...and the humming of birds ceased in enraged teeming rains

Author's Note

Reviews

[redzone]

Frieda, I am so glad you have written this poem, a poem like this, it reminds me that we poets have more to say than just the jazziness of our own lives, loves, sensualities. That we have a responsibilities to each other, and all life on this fragile planet. And you have also done this in a metaphorically rich and beautiful way,with words dripping in the colors of our world. I couldn't hear the music but I appreciated the butterfly.. and the owl.. to me, this poem shows the depth of your artistry... really nice Frieda.. (I got out my nano and danced while listening to Michael Jackson's 'Earth Song' also a cool video if you wanna watch on youtube)... can I hug you Frieda.. er.. I mean I love your poem.. ;0)

[Frieda P]

We have a helluva lot to say don't we curt, this one is close to the heart and everyone should be concerned about our situation in the sun. Ahh, nice good choice of music for this one, dance curt, dance! Thanks so much, and a squishy hug comin' atcha! x ;-)

[Scott Metro]

The farther we get from our nature the more dangerous to life we get.
Sad but true...
Well explained.

Scott

[Frieda P]

Thanks for reading this one Scott, it's something that is worrisome to my heart for my own kids and future generations...

[Scott Metro]

Me too...The wilds are my second home.
S.

[Jack...]

This is definitely something a bit different from your pen sweet Frieda and I loved it. Your heart speaks in everything you write, even something as desperate a subject as this. You sing to us in phrases of thought...opening our eyes to what needs attention. Thank you for writing this and posting it out here for us to see.

This is an amazing piece of writing and just goes to prove what I have thought all along, you are a fantasitc poet and a wonderful, caring woman.

[Frieda P]

Oh you're at work at the crack of dawn these days Jack, thanks so much. Yes, a little something different ink'd in heartfelt concern for our wee planet. I'm so happy you enjoyed this one my sweet friend, grazie mille...& buon giorno, wanna cuppa? ;-)

[Jack...]

I would love a cuppa or maybe 3. It is freezing in here. Have you got an extra blanket?

[Frieda P]

Snowing here again...brrrr, I can surely spare one for you Jack..........