A Lamentation For The Earth Poem by leonard daranjo

A Lamentation For The Earth

Rating: 5.0

The chalice is dry
Not a dropp in it
The oceans are dense with oil
The rivers are filled with chemicals
The forests are barren and dry
The people are walking
With hooded faces
The wind has a rancid smell
The carcasses of animals rot
On the road
There are no vultures to feed on them
The meetings don’t stop nor do the talks
While the clock keeps ticking away

Abha Sharma 29 April 2008

The people are walking With hooded faces these lines remind me of Eliot's Wasteland...yes you have very succinctly put in the scene of today's wasteland...there is still time if people heed and become conscious...otherwise our children will be the worst sufferers of this global warming...and all what your poem mentions... thought with deep insight... meant for all of us

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Ben Gieske 26 July 2007

The title is most telling. This is truly a lamentation. 'The chalice is dry Not a dropp in it' is most telling if my interpretation is correct. I am thinking of religion and a lack of reverence for the sacredness of nature - the earth. So much of what is happening is a desecration.

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Alison Cassidy 30 June 2007

Your poem is a musical lament, spoken slowly in a minor key. It is words such as these, placed carefully with judgment and compassion that change perception. Perhaps when the poets rise up the people will listen. A finely crafted poem. love, Allie xxxx

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John Tiong Chunghoo 28 June 2007

yes the earth clock is ticking away. when it stops, we will all too. good reminder. thanks leornard.

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Marvin Brato 27 June 2007

Your poetic description of what happening to the world today is vividly realistic, your talent is not wasted. worth another 10 Leonard.

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