A white lily sunrise
brings the malaise,
humid dreams shimmer
off the blackening tar
Red dust girates an axis
dark matter is overcome,
lethargy drags the body
into a blazing bright sun
Work, a joke on labouring men
each day drains into the next,
without a dropping of heaven
without a wisp of air, no respite
The incessant heat hoards air,
the smell of rain on a breeze,
nothing but a cruel memory
as the earth bakes golden
These summer days long
for the circles to turn,
for cooler winds braced
with a stinging cold nose
For nights clothed in linen
their warmth, a comfort,
not these deadly months
this end of the world
Gaping fissures score
the face of the outback,
spinifex gathers along
a rabbit proof fence
Farmers no longer see
a blue horizon beckoning,
the life they bestowed, now,
lost in bankrupt despair
The year's turning decades
and the green paddocks,
never more will checker
our rolling countrysides
each day another species dies
each day another million lives
become nothing but a eulogy
on a yellowed classified page
Still we do nothing, much,
still the child cries unheard,
and the world will end, not,
with a bang or a shout
But on a whistling breeze
only heard by the Gods
Comments
Dearest Jayne
I felt the emotion in this piece. Thanks for sharing.
big, big hugs and kisses
Alid
Hey Jayne
Sounds like somebody is sick of summer heat. Good.... it resulted in this poem about both weather and the plight of man............stan
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This is excellent, Love Roscoe....
Jayne
Pure and simple evolution, creation and destruction, they all walk hand in hand.
Accelerated at the moment by mankind, this world will hang in a star speckled sky far after the human race has killed its self in the misery of its own stupidity.
I suppose the Spirit world will have use one of its infinite places as a learning place when we have finished here.
Play on children of the universe if you do not learn from this beautiful planet then there is not much hope for those that have learnt nothing.
Lovely description young Lady and don't take it on your shoulders that the world is doomed by a species called Humans.
There in the light of a new day the humans began to realise that to succeed and move toward a heaven on Earth they would have to change, what else can I do but ROTFLMAO at the thought that sense would prevail. lol.
You take care young Jaughter and know that in our learning no matter what we will move on.
Yours as always, Da xxx