Herculean Oceans, Teeming With Life In Evolution's Maze (4) Poem by Captain Cur

Herculean Oceans, Teeming With Life In Evolution's Maze (4)



The tides, the waves, the floods, though boundless stream
Return back those waters to where they dwell,
Unquenchable, untamed heaving basins
Fueling the ire of homespun hurricanes
In allegiance to their cause. Oceans dream
Impinging upon landscapes in their sleep
And by the feeblest margins are they bound,
When with wolf like presence suddenly leap
Laying claim to the humble works of man
And all separated from them at birth
Reunited forever in the sea;
All things warm and green, that live, breathe and sound,
Things that walk, fly, creep or prowl, every dell,
Chasm, valley in mute tranquility,
That which is high and inaccessible
enveloped by the waters of the earth,
For these their prey even the far mountains
Ages rose, spread as young foundations creeped;
Harvesting the falls, geysers and fountains
And ancestors trapped deep in glacial ice.
Mankind's doom, felled from his vain pinnacle
That no sun or moon, no mortal power
Can prevent this relentless siege on life.
No more a city, a deluge, a ruin!
Will man's screams be heard through the rain drenched skies?
A perpetual vat churning, stewing,
Encircling trees and lakes and rich sweet soil.
I shutter as our world is drawn down
But pay homage to Herculean Oceans
For by our own waste we are overthrown.

Glaring then this image, a man less world,
Never can he reclaim his dwelling place,
What once his home now forever spoiled
And all the working's of his mind are gone.
Total annihilation of a race
Remnants swirling in tumultuous swells.
On this aquatic world warm sunlight beams
Perhaps live cells of humanity cling
Like mucous to the walls of air filled caves
And a novel spark of creation gleams
As the waters acquiesce and recede
Returning to the place of their dwelling
And leave in their wake majestic rivers.
From the land dormant seeds rekindling
As the greening age of paradise flows
Teeming with life in evolution's maze
Something new, unique, unhuman moves there
Taking its first breath, struggling in the salt charged air.

Sunday, March 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: creation,death,evolution,man,ocean,story
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