Ruth Walters

Half A Pin Point - Poem by Ruth Walters

The power of the planet
astounds me
from Niagara's cascade
to me,
half a pinpoint,
as water falls

In my minds eye
I see Pink Flamingos,
picking their way
in salt lakes,
searching out
the blue-green algae.

Bubbles of fish breath
rise in my imaginary pool
deep in the tropics.
The colours of the planet
are beautiful and
soothe me.

Humbled, I am dazzled
by it all.
Golden sunlight floods
the land, drifting
through tall trees,
past odd shaped clouds
to earth's surface.

Above the universe
is sailing by
while, left over from
primeval swamps,
man bickers over
who owns what,
and tries to find odd socks.

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  • (9/20/2012 4:43:00 PM)

    The spicks and specks of the immense and less, and the mundane bickering naked apes. Most of whom will never know from beneath clouds of inanity where their oozing live slowly dissipate. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2012

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