Earth

Another poem I did for school, themed do not harm; meaning that we are to craft a poem based on something that is easily harmed but does not harm people

Earth

                   One

When she was created,

The stars stopped spinning to stare

Meteors sighed, and fell out of the sky in envy;

They made a great deal out of the fall

But it captured only a fraction of her beauty. 

They called her Earth. 

She had perfect blue eyes;

Not the overdone, strangled type of blue

And definitely not the mediocre blue 

On the artist's palette

It was the type of blue that supported life;

The type of blue that breathed and spoke

And caressed you, so you might think that

The blue was a lady itself, frolicking

In the starry skies of space 

She was round and supple;

Rosy too, but no words could

Relate her wonder, which was

Enough by itself to reflect her home;

The profound, poetic universe. 

                       Two

Out of the blue little life forms emerged

No one knew where they came from, but

They were terrifically small, and delightful

Too; for they gave earth a purpose, and a 

Meaning behind her pretty blue eyes

Which were to them, like the stellar 

winds were to earth

Held dear, and respected; as with a child

And his mother. 

But this son thrived, grew and consumed

Overshadowed, and if you must;

Exploited his mother Earth, but she was

Slow to temper, kindly and genial

Perhaps she should not have been. 

They hit, and bit; and killed

And all this was very strange to earth;

For they also dreamed up sacred reveries

And conjured divine deities, All to honor 

and hold in reverence the creation of Earth

He destroyed her.

The stars spun again, and some exploded;

For no one wished to heed the ugly maiden

And the son cherished the falling meteors

More than his mother;

Whose blue eyes he had stolen, and

Filled in a mournful grey

                 Three

Earth has had enough. 

She rocked the seas;

And let the water flood 

The land

She shook the lands;

To let the lands drown

In the water

She commanded the winds;

To rush, to charge, to twist

And take from her son

What he had stolen 

She cried red-hot, angry masses

Of tears, and let them sear her sons

They were clever enough to

Complicate it, and communicate it;

And teach it

But not clever enough to comprehend it;

And definitely not capable of 

Simplifying it to become the 

Message earth wanted to send out

- don't hurt me;

It will hurt you 

And earth looked at her prodigal son;

she thought of the times 

They were joyful; the times he was true 

And loving; the times her eyes still were blue,

And how many times over she would give up

This blue, to teach, to discipline

And to love this son

Reviews

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I really enjoy this concept. I saw that this was a school assignment but I think this is very clever. To write about the same theme in three different ways, that would be interesting to try. I have to say, there is something about the first installment that just tickles me. The way you describe the blue eyes is so real that is amusing. Overall, I think you did a nice job.

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Thank you! That's been very helpful. I didn't get a great grade for this, sadly – could you be so kind as to try and help me figure out why?

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Of course. Send me a private message, alright? Let me know what the requirements of the assignment were and we can figure it out.