Homeless Creatures

Written in the year 2011, this poem is published in Alive magazine April 2011 issue page 57. A crab sanctuary turned Drive-in Beach

Spreading the horizon of white sand;
Between the ocean and vast land;
Where the cool breeze murmurs;
The story of heavens and the earth.

Digging around the home of peace;
Where the moon and sun sings different melodies;
Where the cool and hot winds gives a tender touch;
Crabs are there in plenty.

Days passed, years passing by;
Future is present;
Present vanished to past;
Changes the landscape forever.

Sun was reddish on that evening;
Predicting the arms of hell nearing;
Morning was warm, cold blooded;
Arms of horror and terror crawled allover.

Sand was thrown high;
Some pressed in trails, somewhere half;
Holes were shattered and pressed;
Heavy tyres rushed here and there.

Breaking the hardest shellon the back;
Scattering it all around in a second;
Some was thrown into the abyss of sand;
Choking to death without even smelling death.

Escaping to the horizon;
Where the sun turn red sometimes;
Is there a heaven somewhere there?
Swam with all power, leaving behind the home .

Reviews

[FGFRANKLIN]

It sounds like a war zone for the poor crabs. Man's destructive tendency towards nature is only outstripped by his destructive and violent tendencies towards his fellow man. I enjoyed reading your work.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Congratulations on the publishing of your poem. I don’t know the subject well enough to comment but I did find the opening stanza quite musical.

Winston

[Arundass TP]

ThanK you friend

[duff]

Interesting write. Nice job.

[Arundass TP]

Thanks friends

[Neville]

this is not just about crabs tho is it .. this could very easily be about those countless individuals who are displaced and made homeless as a result of conflict or war and of course by extremes of nature, for example earthquake, tsunami or flood .. whatever the case, I enjoyed the ride .. Neville

[Arundass TP]

Thanks for reviewing.

[John the Baptist]

It's sad when people mindlessly encroach on other species for the fun of it. If that particular type of crab becomes extinct, we will feel it somehow. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you so much for your review ☺️

[Brett Moore]

Well damn. What a ride. A sad ride for sure but beautiful. This left an impression. Well done!

[Arundass TP]

Thanks for reviewing.

[ROSALIND]

Very well expressed..many great sentiment

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[nastasimir]

Thank you Arundass for sharing this poem
I'm still thinking about it and reading it again and again to get the right impressions
I think I found a spring of clear and vise mind in your poetry.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[light and ashes]

How extremely sad..
......

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[light and ashes]

You are very welcome, friend.