Flames
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
In an effort to stay informed, it seems our species of late is trying very hard to be its own worst enemy. Politics is just the tip of the iceberg, conservation thrown to the wind, fire, drought, flooding, melting, et al, feeding upon each other continues as inevitable. Writers may only have words to apply to the wounds. However effective, for me, the effort to cauterize the irresponsible flow with words seems to help address, if not correct, the sadness of it all. And yes, I too find a disturbing picture staring back at me at times. Try as we might, mirrors don't lie. (Image by Gedagles)
Friday, September 23, 2016
Flames
by Odin Roark
Can the world's flames be stopped?
Will all things soon perish
from rock to feather?
Humans…
Existing in a conflagration of time,
where matter and space
unknowingly seek accord with cosmic stability
ignoring their own swirling man-made flash fuels.
Unlike a venturesome camp fire,
stopping the mortal flames’acridity with stones,
heat begs awareness, within which
innate self destruction opts to dominate,
even as smoke-smothering consciousness
attempts to satisfy hunger
with a claim of choking sanity.
Still…
Like nature's carpet
of red and gold passions
smoldering at forest's edge,
some of us humanoids remain conscious,
while others remain insatiable,
blinded by the lack of oxygen to think
about one’s own demise,
the planet’s disappearance,
greed, ignorance and lust
consuming any thing…
Any Being.
Why is there so much yet for mortality to willingly learn?
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I've often stated that we are too ignorant, too childlike, to grow up and do the right thing. We will have shaken to our very core before we wise up.
Ron