Find a home for peaceful abode,
Be it any sweet castle we master,
That very spot at the end of our road,
Must succumb, in time, to disaster.
No account of tragedy is given here
Of what may befall by hand of man,
Or damage that wayward biosphere
Can inflict in exposed life span.
But the land is born of raging fire:
Molten rocks gush many a red hell.
Above seawater hardens a pyre,
Sun dries, waters freeze, cracks swell.
Tectonic plate on plate scores,
And earthquakes raise the sea,
Push liquid waves on distant shores,
Wreak havoc on failures to flee.
Hurricanes, tornadoes do deadly dance,
Earthquakes shake and liquify the ground,
Mudslides cover, no warning advance,
Ice and hail beat structures down.
Wildfires consume remains from drought,
Floods smash, and float goods away,
Untouched by mud and trash is naught,
So hope for interlude among the fray —
Interlude ‘fore disaster should arrive —
In tune with geologic metronomes.
Blissfully ignorant of the tragic jive,
We wait — between beats — in our homes.
© 2011 R. Leland Waldrip
Lots and lots of love and (((((hugs)))))... and I'm going to watch the documentary "Home" yet again! :0)
add, beautifully executed. But this old planet has been kicked
around for several billion years, and I have a hunch it will
survive the storms and wars for another billion or so, despite
the damage we do in this nuclear age. -gene.
I can only 'echo' the sentiments of the three before me ... Very Well Done!
Precision abounds in each line, verse, stanza - a true story, exquisitely woven like a fine tapestry. We are but mere grains of sand to the likes of God, and Mother Nature.
Peaceful Interlude indeed! "Ye know not what hour the thief may strike ..."
Boy Scout Motto: "BE PREPARED!" Peace, my Friend - Tom.
CJ
Ron
Regis