The Gaia Effect

I actually was just sitting around thinking about nature, and this title came to me. The poem itself was inspired by the title. : ) Odd, isn't it? The poem is about how sometimes, chaos is more desirable than monotonous order.

The world is cold.

Truth is smothered,

And peace a myth.

A grey blanket

Coats the world

In endless monotony.

 

Life fades away

Until all we become

Are stony wraiths

In a world lacking

Emotion, thought.

 

We go about in

Patterns of sameness.

Dark... Deep... Silence...

 

The only sound

Emits eerily and noisily

In burst of shrieks

And laughs from the wind.

 

In the midst of order

A chaotic dream

Of hope and vision

Splits from the veil

Like a knife through

Silken tapestries.

 

Lush, green growth

Erupts and pours out.

Individualism flourishes

As the dreams spread

From one person

To another ghost.

 

Vibrant vines and trees

Overgrow the dank cities.

Concrete cracks and splits

As wildflowers bloom,

A maelstrom of color.

 

The only universal focus

Is change and uniqueness.

Old souls are renewed

As old wines are poured

Into new wineskins.

 

Slowly, the Gaia Effect

Spreads like ripples

In a smooth pond.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Wildfleour]

Justin, I feel that I am not very helpful in terms of critique, but I rarely find anything to offer as suggestion. Your pieces are very complete to me.

This work reminded me of something someone once said to me. "Michelle, you have confused chaos with excitement and stability with boredom". I had a real epiphany with those words.

But here it seems to be a discussion about change versus accepting the status quo (which is never acceptable really).

[Kayla]

Wow!! thank you for telling me to read this! You poems are helping me advance in my writings and the use of wonderful words widens my vocabulary by a large amount. Your poems have alot of meaning and depth behind them. I would love to see a poem about your true feelings or struggles though you MUST continue to write no matter what becuase your writing is just fantastic.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Beautiful - she is a miracle and will withstand whatever we bring upon her. Great rhythm and message here. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha