4/12/2012

Cataclysm of Conceit

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You blink…
A butterfly takes mournful flight
Whirling on eddies of indifference.

You blink…
A wave of depression clouds the eyes
Of the forgotten gathered in 'homes' waiting to die

You blink…
Clouds muster, gathering in dark battalions
Ready to let loose furious assault

You blink…
Drums sound and the heavens weep
Acid tears scorching the cheeks of the land

You blink…
Mountains crumble and forests fall
Field of grain turn to lined asphalt

You blink…
One by one, unnoticed
Animals cry out and are silenced

You blink…
Mother Nature trembles
Father Time begins to run out

You blink…
Looking forward to your next comfort
Never seeing the wasteland left behind

24 comments:

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  2. re-read and just realize that you wrote it from a different angle...the repetition def. works well in a haunting way... great contrast in play to if he speaks... mother nature trembles and father time still my favs..

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  3. i like patti...we are creatures caught up in a web of our own comfort and as long as we are comfortable what happens in the world really does not matter, does it? probably would not blink so much if they stopped watching tv too...haha....

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  4. I hope I don't blink too much, too often. But dare I keep them wide open? Thanks Patti. This is such a piercing message.

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  5. Absolutely true. We swim the waters of this world not caring what is brushed aside with each stroke and kick.
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/04/12/our-galaxy-grand/

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  6. Ouch... guess we need to open our eyes

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  7. Enterprise + freedom = wreckage, carnage and the earth. Well penned, frightening, and true. Thank you.

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  8. Powerful...a requiem for 2012?

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  9. So powerful and you KNOW how much I resonated with this poem. Great write, kiddo!

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  10. I blinked several times..I specially like the acid tears scorching the cheeks of the land ~

    Great to see you here ~

    Grace

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  11. wo. Powerful in its brevity, powerful in its deeply felt and growing sense of injustice and almost terror. Humans harness so much power and try to machine the heavens with knowledge gleaned from the very tools they fashion, yet still they are hampered by the very thing I believe they most wish to forget - themselves. I think your poem echoes that despair with this realization.

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  12. I tried to imagine this as if the persona blinking were - instead of an actual human being - a bomb. Boom. It works. I don't know if that's what you meant, but a good write that invites that interpretaton.

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  13. Ouch! I had to take this one heart a bit. Guilty. Thanks for a wake up call; indifference is so easy.

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  14. I can hear this being sung. A protest song - a revival of the genre. Great work.

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  15. This made me think about time, about how a lifetime in human years is something like a millionth of a % of the lifecycle of the universe- but then balanced with this are the eyes blinking in your poem- so much can change in the blink of an eye, so much suffering (life)- its almost too much to take. Very much enjoyed this

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  16. what i get out of it is that if we just stand around indifferent, the world, our world, goes to hell. this says to me that we are capable of so much, of moving mountains and creating worlds, but act, which means leaving behind the comforts of sitting still on the sidelines.

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  17. Beautiful write, you have expressed it very beautifully!

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  18. THIS is awesome! I soooo love your blog

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  19. 'the forgotten gathered in homes waiting to die...' WOW. Powerful observations of the state of the world. The motif of blinking is a good one because that's what it's like - we blink and everything changes, quickly and irreparably. This poem really affected me.

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