Where pondside edges dissipate
Into molecules of calm and space
And restful alertness supercedes
The weariness of modern dramas
Natural selection
Ebbs and flows in every breath
And this is living.
Where edges are defined
Building towers to the skies
Sidewalks crack the bottom line
And from this ecological niche
A dandelion thrives
Reminding passersby
That nature's not a fragile mother.
Posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #145.
a great poem - and that last line is super! Also, the "ebbs and flows" image is one that has gotten me thinking. (btw Love the blue winged teal picture - the only time we get them here they are lost by thousands of miles...).
ReplyDeleteI specially like the last verse ~ Nature is certainly not a fragile mother ~
ReplyDeleteLong live the dandelion! Brilliant final line.
ReplyDeleteHa, wherever there is crack a dandlion can grow! They are very hardy & persistent! I enjoyed this reflection....
ReplyDeleteReally liked this poem and the close was perfect. Nice!
ReplyDelete'And this is living!' That says it all for me. And I agree with your last line, thank goodness she is not a fragile mother or we would surely have been doomed already!
ReplyDeleteThe River
great lines.
ReplyDeletemother nature certainly is not fragile. :)
I love it, from the pond edges, to the "this is living", to the persistence of dandelions, which always impresses me, too.
ReplyDeleteSometimes think Nature is the only miracle we need to know,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
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The end surprises me. I expect this type of poem to warn us of the frailty of nature, but you take it in exactly the opposite direction. I like surprises.
ReplyDeleteLoved it.. 'Nature's not a fragile mother' .. beautifully put.. thanks for sharing it..
ReplyDeleteauthentic craftsmanship miss! oh and the "metaphysical realm" is where all poems dwell.
ReplyDeleteAdd my voice to the accolades. Thank you
ReplyDeleteWONDERFUL!!!! VERY TRUE, MINDLESS CONSTRUCTION HAS TAKEN ITS TOLL ON NATURE, BUT STILL NATURE THRIVES.
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