Epic Blunder

   

 ...and birds sang in their melodious harmony

  unaware the city lights were dimming,

    as thunderous clouds echo'd the starry skies

  heaven's floodgates open'd with a roaring plea

   what happened to our proud ancestor's 

        who believed us to be true?

 a wise old owl glare'd as he interrupted

        whilst sitting in

 a tree

             

grown of concrete rooted intentions

  'it

 isn't in the blood but the heart'

    love for the land and respect 

         for spirits and creatures

        still abounds, yet mankind has lost it's mind,

          pollution's flagrant dark noise surrounds

    culture and civilization made room for modernization

       looming on magenta's majestic horizons lies a smog,

         footprints of soot'd snow and darkly hue'd ponds,

           where white dove feathers can no longer fly~

Quiet overcame the earthly night, without uttering a sound

just wicked torrents of tears that never ended in another sunrise

     ...and the humming of birds ceased in enraged teeming rains

Author's Note

Reviews

[redzone]

Frieda, I am so glad you have written this poem, a poem like this, it reminds me that we poets have more to say than just the jazziness of our own lives, loves, sensualities. That we have a responsibilities to each other, and all life on this fragile planet. And you have also done this in a metaphorically rich and beautiful way,with words dripping in the colors of our world. I couldn't hear the music but I appreciated the butterfly.. and the owl.. to me, this poem shows the depth of your artistry... really nice Frieda.. (I got out my nano and danced while listening to Michael Jackson's 'Earth Song' also a cool video if you wanna watch on youtube)... can I hug you Frieda.. er.. I mean I love your poem.. ;0)

[Frieda P]

We have a helluva lot to say don't we curt, this one is close to the heart and everyone should be concerned about our situation in the sun. Ahh, nice good choice of music for this one, dance curt, dance! Thanks so much, and a squishy hug comin' atcha! x ;-)

[Tai Ryens]

This poem reflects quite marvelously the true wonders this planet is capable of through nature. 'Tis a shame what we've done with the place, wrecked it and made a mess that will haunt the future generations to come. You've done well with this poem, Frieda, keep it up.

[Vidya Bacchus]

This one reminds us that we must appreciate all the gifts that nature has bestowed on us and not take them for granted.Love it :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks for reading this one Vidya, glad you got the message ;-)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome and its a very important message :)

[kublakhan27]

This is new territory for you Mrs.R, but for a natural such as yourself, you can write about anything and make it your own. Your poetic voice is crystal-clear to me now, I know when I'm reading you, and when I am, I'm reading some of the best poetry I've ever read in my life :) xo

[Frieda P]

Yes it was, glad you enjoyed Steve, wasn't sure if this one was going to work, trying to stretch my horizons ;-) You're too good to me Benji! xo

[kublakhan27]

You've stretched your horizons just fine love ;) xo

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The blunder that negates the most turbulent of those that are not ourselves, well done, good read.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Thomas.

[s y e]

// a wise old owl glare'd as he interrupted
whilst sitting in a tree
grown of concrete rooted intentions //

I so adored the message in this one Frieda, definitely something important to us all; we do have a lot to say, a ton to say to be honest and this poem shows just how much and how important it is. You got down to the nitty-gritty.

Flip flops & all that jazz.............!

[Frieda P]

Yep, the message is what's most important here, wish that could be impressed upon everyone, thanks so much noodelbumble!

[prachi prangya agasti]

much deep and beautifully written... i love the way you play with the words... they seem so perfect... hats off...

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much prachi, muchly appreciated.

[SAYED THANGAL]

the poem telescoping the micro aspects of nature, the mother of all.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sayed, I know you've written of her beauty before also.

[SAYED THANGAL]

sure, with pleasure

[Ohhhwillow]

It sounds as though you have a deep seated love of all beings, a respect for the natural world that is starving of such compassion! The use of the word 'concrete' almost precisely midway (visually, anyway), appears unintentional though significant. As it lays its way over the sublimity of our prized lands, it comes between man and his initial surrounding. The birds are free to sing when they please, detached from our formal time frames.. I certain thought so this morning as they chirped outside my window at 3am, chiming me to sleep. Another stunning piece Frieda, I have missed your writes.

[Frieda P]

Ha, I heard those same birdies, just doing what comes natural to them, as we humans should be able to do, and not suffocate in the 'concrete' jungles that are strewn with litter, not to mention...oh don't get me started, I meant to say thanks muchly Willow!

[Katherine R.]

Screw pollution!

So perfectly true. Love for nature is still there, it's just become second to our growing populace. Love this!

[Frieda P]

Second's not good enough, thanks so much Katherine! :-)

[Cassie]

Your pen here has spoken wisdom and I am glad you wrote it, this is very good my sweet friend, and that profile pic...nice nice...

[Frieda P]

Thanks and thank you again Cassie, glad you enjoyed this one my friend.