Burn
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. Conservation thrown to the wind, 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 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.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Burn
by Odin Roark
Can the world's flames be stopped
Will all things perish
From rock to feather
Humans
Like the conflagration of time
Are but matter and space
Seeking accord
In cosmic ash
Amidst swirling flash fuels
Stopping flames
Begs awareness
Against which
Innate self destruction dominates
Even as smoke filled consciousness
Attempts to satiate hunger
With sanity
Still
Like nature's carpet
Of red and gold passions
Smoldering at forest's edge
We remain insatiable
Blinded as we are
With consuming
Any Thing
Any Being
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Your poem is quite insightful about what is wrong with human intentions.
Ron
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