"Creeps In This Petty Pace" Poem by Daniel Brick
"Creeps In This Petty Pace"
September Tuesday. California burns.
The news is monotonously bad.
Why would you decorate these
diasters with words? They deserve
no poetic halo. It is just extinction
of our perceived asylum in space.
EARTH - Erda - Ishtar - Our Lady - Mother of Us All
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In southern Minnesota a giant tree-root,
half above, half belowground,
unwinds down steep hills, over streams,
through campsites, treasure paths,
broken trails, and clearings with pools
of white light shining on the leaf mold.
Look! There is the moist earth. You're standing
there, not on pavement, not on concrete. Real organic
living earth. There you stand.
Look up. A sky completely empty, only color,
no clouds, not even bird flight. Is it a Zen Moment?
or perhaps a commonplace September event?
Breezes stir rivulets of relief.
The air has never been so pure. It must have
launched with holy abandon.
In southern Minnesota a giant tree-root, half above, half below ground, unwinds down steep hills, over streams, through campsites, treasure paths, broken trails, and clearings with pools of white light shining on the leaf mold. ******* top mark
September Tuesday. California burns. The news is monotonously bad. Why would you decorate these diasters with words? They deserve no poetic halo. It is just extinction of our perceived asylum in space.- - - I agree with you.There are disasters that are taking lives, putting earth to perils, but we need no decorative words to highlight them.
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5/9/2024 11:56:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes! Daniel. This poem mirrors my thought and action from viewing calamitous " news" to taking in Nature overlooked, underestimated, and with beauty to more-than counteract the headlines. Especially well-phrased for me—" Why would you decorate these disasters with words? They deserve no poetic halo." Cool, bro! -Glen