Earth FallingA Poem by Marianne RoseAfter doing a collage in my journal on 12/9/12, I wrote what I saw and felt- earth, like a superball globe falling into the mess we made here. Wondering if the next generation can clean it up.
The world is falling fast
Down a chute of our mechanical making Shrinking with its turns and tumbles Caught in an eddy of black streaming dust And tangled cords Among microchips of memory And wireless routers It bounces like a superball On tops of buildings too tall to climb Riccochets and lands in wastewater Filled with plastic cups. Still it floats, buoyed by Random styrofoam mixed With driftwood, scraps of metal And sunken boats Rockets shoot up from melted dreams And fire burns on the surface Catching oil and chemical spills. Rigs and scaffolding tip and pound The surface of the world to submerge it, Push it down Can one generation of grace Sweep it all clean? © 2016 Marianne RoseAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on July 4, 2016 Last Updated on July 4, 2016 Tags: Earth, industry, mechanical, technology, conservation, destruction AuthorMarianne RoseSanta Rosa, CAAboutRecently retired from a Community College as an Employment Advisor and Program Developer - such inspiring, hopeful work. The dreams and hopes born out of loss and confusion stimulate the writer in me... more..Writing
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