AS SEEN FROM ABOVE

AS SEEN FROM ABOVE

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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the earth from a different perspective

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AS SEEN FROM ABOVE

 

A Mountain Bluebird

Matches the sky

Soars so high,

he settles on a cotton puffy cloud

tires after a blast of wind

catches his wing

he takes respite

on a pink-hued billow

light weight and fine feathered

he savors his hours

flitting from one to another

comfortable, he relaxes his wings

in daylight, sun drenches him in hot yellow warmth

in darkness, blue moon beholds him in midnight caress

 

As he observes Earth

He notes devastation from afar

Heretofore obscured

Oceans jam-packed with plastic

Denuded forests

Scarified mountain tops

Dank air, garbage spill

Cities dense with humans,

Heaps of cars flattened out

Smog hangs low

 

Once, home to a family nest

In an oak tree on a lush green farm

At present, he scrutinizes the spectacle

Hence, he opts to tarry

with the clouds, the sun, the moon, the stars

 

 

 

 

© 2020 Betty Hermelee


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dear Betty... we humans are given a brain with superior reasoning-- and yet we should
help to make the future beautiful for others. We are the Mothers and Fathers of generations to come.
We need to live and work in communities where we are self-sufficient with gardens and Cows for milk and Butter... chickens and eggs... where fruit trees grow. We need to help Save the Planet... one step at a time. gently, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Thanks pat for a fine review... we must do a better job of caring for our environment, Fondly, Betty



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There's never anything subtle, when you pen a commentary & I love your straightforward style. This is a creative way to avoid a rant (using an unusual perspective), even tho your sentiments still feel a bit like a rant in the middle verse (not necessarily a bad thing). Often I ponder how I'm lucky to be here in the wilderness, away from anything "covid" -- it's a whole different world where I live -- but my mind also pictures all the places in my beloved California that have been virtually destroyed by the masses, such as trampling & smogging Yosemite Valley, not to mention hundreds of highways of pitons hammered into every rock face . . . or SF Bay Area with places like "Redwood City" and "Oakland" named for carpets of these trees & now only carpets of concrete. As you did in the middle verse, I could go on & on. But becuz I'm in the mountains, when I think of these things, I feel as if I'm looking down on the mess, the sheer abomination of over-population, along with the entitlement attitude that no other creatures on the planet matter except humans (& particularly humans in those groups we approve of). Clearly, you've tripped my switch! Brava! Happy new year! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Ah Margie, again you have found the perfect words to review my poem; I always appreciate it
x.. read more
dear Betty... we humans are given a brain with superior reasoning-- and yet we should
help to make the future beautiful for others. We are the Mothers and Fathers of generations to come.
We need to live and work in communities where we are self-sufficient with gardens and Cows for milk and Butter... chickens and eggs... where fruit trees grow. We need to help Save the Planet... one step at a time. gently, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Thanks pat for a fine review... we must do a better job of caring for our environment, Fondly, Betty
'he savors his hours ~ flitting from one to another ~ comfortable, he relaxes his wings + in daylight, sun drenches him in hot yellow warmth in darkness, blue moon beholds him in midnight caress' ... ' and then.. then.. read on:

How very true, and how well you've shown us how it is seen by beautiful creature. It is only by really looking that one can see the faults, the smears, the filth that lies around us, That bird of happiness must weep to recognise what is happening.. and more importantly, what has happened for years.

Betty. extraordinary words, truths and beauty set so sincerely. Thank you so much.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Emma, what an amazing review, makes me so happy!! It just sort of popped in my head...because I see .. read more
To soar above the mountain is to experience flights of imagination. The bird in the poem to me relates to the conflict between freedom and bondage? How far and wide do our wings spread? The ending of the poem tells us the answer.
A nice flowing poem.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Thank you Danny for visiting me at the Cafe! Appreciate it!
Fondly, Betty
If only we could see that birds eye view and the devastation we cause ourselves and others in this, our only home. And they say we are intelligent life??? &?
We should all be put on the naughty step to have s long, hard think about what we're doing. Say one thing and doing another... NIMBY's selfishness wins.
Ps.. (Not In My Back Yarders)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Thanks Lorry, wish I had a birds eye view, I would want to stay up there too!!!Fondly Betty
Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

I looked at your poem list and I think I’ve read almost all; do you have any new ones? I love your.. read more
Lorry

3 Years Ago

Have been toying with a story the past while, so not really been writing much else. But I'll try put.. read more
I like the outer view you proposed here. Very cool

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your comment!

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Added on December 15, 2020
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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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