Vanishing Soul (poem) by Franz L Kessler on AuthorsDen

Vanishing Soul
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The rain forests of Borneo are stripped of their timber. People, such as the Penan, are an integral part of the living jungle and have nowhere to go. With them dies a part of human heritage, a part of our soul.

Vanishing Soul Dense fog combs through my jungle�s roof A remnant of virgin lost time Aloft opaque, elusive of proof Lost mirror of history�s crime Its verdant canopy is glutted with due Where silent mysteries abundantly dwell Tales of giants, snakes appear in a ghostly hue These stories the surviving few tell As trees are chopped for tables and doors To paper money of ugly foul smell Both earth and soul are stripped of its gold A broken virgin with nothing to sell Whilst villages are left and reluctantly sold The soil is shaken and many plants die The past�s hidden treasures cannot unfold No soul is left to protest, and cry �2004 text and photo by Franz L Kessler

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on October 21, 2004

This poem is truly heart-breaking. I know how precious Earth and all its beauty is to you. Humans are greedy pigs. ~ Sara

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Reviewed on October 13, 2004

Profoundly composed, and lyrically rhyming...these are
some potent ponderings, Franz!

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Poignant message, indeed, Franz. Mother earth will eventually have the final word...

Reviewed by Tarek Hassan

Reviewed on October 12, 2004

wonderful. We need this consciousness to spread before it is too late.
Tarek

Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)

Great lines, Franz, poignant message.

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

This poem drove me to tears. As Ed said: just the trees alone, which we need if we're going to survive, but the civilation lost; what irreverance to humanity. And I cry because I don't see an ending to such destruction. You gripped my very soul. Good work.

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by jude forese

it's a shame how our world is gradually losing its natural wonder ...

a powerful and thoughtful poem ...

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Just the loss of the trees themselves is a travesty, let alone the loss of civilizations that have lived amongst those trees for centuries...well thought out and put, Franz...Peace, Ed & Rufuz

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Franz this is a powerful poem that brings home the sense of an ever dying planet due to the choices man has made.Sometimes they are wrong choices due to ignorance or greed,and mostly in the name of progress.

This very beautiful sad poem is a precursor to what we all face eventually because man refuses to make the choice of knowing when we have enough , and living friendly with the land.

Reviewed by Edwin Larson

Well conveyed...Rich cultures exterminated and/or homogenized in the name of Progress, or rather Greed.

I enjoyed.

EDL