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[Querida]

*UPDATED*


Hi Crazy! Thanx...i wanted to capture the callous ways in which we destroy our Mother Nature....I was attempting to be underhanded...deceiving almost...

Dear mother...
why do you shun me so?
you overwhelm me with your tears.
you push me away with innumerable whispers.
you make me tremble
until i am all but lost of my senses.
Poisoned you make me when you are ill.

(these are alluding to natural disasters (tears =flood, whisper = tornado, tremblings= earthquake...i was thinking these small things in great magnitude could be a way of expressing the elements of natural disasters.... and then our pollution which making while poisioning Nature forebodes illness for us as well)

The hunters have come, yet have not gone;
they are too strong to merely hide.

(the hunters i mean all those who hunt Mother Nature's living things...that includes us as well because we use the hunter's catch (trees, animals, resources etc)

Yes it is we who have embitterned our thirst.
Injest all with a questioning.
hear all with selective hesitation.

(this is the result of our polluting our waters and ruining our own food sources...yet ignoring the problem)

it is only when my brothers richly run away
that they became damned.
it is only when my sister don't give way
that they became mine.

(this was just a play on words about rivers as our brothers (a native american belief/sentiment) and the process of damming them for our use...the sisters as the earth that give us the mineral which we mine)

Mother you are my eden
that is why i strive to perfect you.

(this of course is ironic...because if eden is paradise then how do your perfect God's (christian view) of perfection? Yet we are continually trying to right Nature when she has her own ways of doing so)
do not forsake your mercy,
my own mother,
for we will only take what you cannot hide.

(this is supposed to be beguiling and cruel for what can Nature hide that we have not (drilled, mined, caught, cut, eaten, wasted, ruined and used) that we have not found ways of finding? Yet we do not want to suffer the consequences...hence i ask mercy for the wrongs we commit)

[crazy]

Hi Crazy! Thanx...i wanted to capture the callous ways in which we destroy our Mother Nature....

it was indeed a very beautiful poem............the word mother itself captured my.............mind

[temporary sori-Observer]

somewhere in me
lies something still unbroken
yet that was too long ago
and too far have i thrown
that precious key away

somewhere speaks a mute voice
that once sent sweet rejoice
ever letting me believe
in what i seldom understand
is true yet trusted with a heart
too tender to realize
anything else.

Ithu Ekkam theerkkum kavithai
Enna inbam Querida un pulamai.
Indha sOga raaga pookkaL
Kavi maalai yaagum paakkaL!

[Querida]

temporary sori-Observer, what can be more eloquent than to reply to a poem with poetry of your own...i'm honoured

[temporary sori-Observer]

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[Querida]

A doe may enter within your soul with just one startled look...
but poetry can only enter if you let your soul look within it...

[crazy]

A doe may enter within your soul with just one startled look...
but poetry can only enter if you let your soul look within it...

[Querida]

The very essence of action to come
Lays itself on a scale.
Wishing to lay a finger
To the decisive plate…
Dallying whimsies fufill the intentional reluctance.

Consequences confound when awake.
Yet ideal’s wooing swirls beyond control.
To want is yet not strong enough to know…

When is a moment ever so clear?
Remaining unregretful,
Throughout the lives,
That it affects…
With its forgetfulness
Of whatever
Feels ambrosic
Yet knows no sense.

[Querida]

idyllic life filmed through?
leaves us what intermissions to think and do?
gives us what songs left to sing to?
leaves us what mystery to live to?
and when the credits are all set and due...
what will our uncut lives and unsolved ways seem
as we set an unpracticed view too?

[crazy]

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