December 3, 2014

Trimmed Roots

Here, where I stand
My toes do not grow roots
Nor do fingers branch out to fondle a stray cloud
Apocalyptic delays
But only a stone's throw away
Beyond that last mile my feet wished to tread
My mind sings in some weird claustrophobic notes
Would reach out, if I could
And cast in stone, these songs
That I sing and strive to forget
My only legacy to Gaia







3 comments:

  1. the mother earth crying its plight:(

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    1. Yes, we do not realize the extent of damage we have done and still continue to do to our home planet. Maybe, that will be our civilization's ultimate legacy - an apocalypse.

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  2. The stone and concrete barriers that we put between ourselves and mother earth.. I think we cause a lot of damage to both ourselves and all other.. maybe we should put our faith in dandelions breaking stones apart.

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A reflection shared is an insight gained. :)