Enthralled



Art by:Fay Collins
 

Standing at water’s edge
gazing upstream
I marvel at the beauty
of this pristine stream

it ambles
rippling quietly
in crystal clarity
ever onward

gently
past these emerald climbs
that coddle it
keeping it safe

nudging it tirelessly
toward home

the timeless sea

I hear the lullaby
of this valley

a lilting song
of the peace
of the serenity
nestled soft
in its earthen embrace

captivated
I lift my head
listening

the breeze murmurs
whispering in the boughs
of the leafen’d sentinels
ever watching at its banks
patient in their vigil

just then
a zephyr wafts downstream
brushes my face
tosses my hair
and dances past me
round the bend

a hushed gasp
escapes my lips

like a prayer

I’m breathless
‘midst this beauty

my spirit
enthralled

*
rob kistner © 2021

Happy Thanksgiving

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Desolation

Some may look at the painting below and see winter — I saw much more.


Art by:Fay Collins

 

Human ignorance
has prevailed

COVID was victorious
it has wiped out
much of human life

years of struggle
and strife

the ones
the “Cove” didn’t get
were wiped out yet
in the plethora of wars

the mask wars
the vax wars
the race wars
the tech wars
the water wars
the food wars
the fuel wars

the no-more-war
wars

like a dumpster fire
after dumpster fire
of unbridled desire

atrocity after atrocity
of brutal ferocity

devastation after devastation
with little hesitation

humans were fools
intolerant
greedy
uncontrolled
fools

mindlessly wielding
devastating tools

ignoring the rules
of nature

their destructive hand
polluted the land
poisoned the seas
destroyed the air
they just didn’t care

they even have the earth
reeling it their wake
making mistake
after mistake

see the barren soil
the brittle dead bushes
the spindly leafless trees
the absence of all plant life

the great mandala turns
the earth burns

all that covers the ground
is a green
moss-like fungi
poinous to humans
if there were any humans

there are not

their remains rot
in grey gnarled piles
spread over miles

no animals remain

gone insane
driven by cupidity
endless fevered stupidity

humans managed
to wipe them away
day after day
‘til everyone of them
gone from the planet

even these hills
once teeming with forests
are frozen
dead
lifeless
sorrowful

they had been warned
over
and over
and over
again
and again

and then…

they blew it
we knew it

this is a portrait
of human arrogance

when we replace them
any alive
we will erase them

the damage they’ve done
will be undone

we will be far
far better stewards

they failed
we will not

when the earth’s toxicity
has finally abated
we will land
and expand

we will terraform earth
back into the paradise
we first encountered
many millennia ago

restore its beauty
restore its worth

we have watched
we are patient

we knew they would
destroy themselves

they couldn’t
just wouldn’t
help themselves

we are the Brin
coming again

this time
we stay

*
rob kistner © 2021

Happy Thanksgiving

Poetry at: dVerse

 

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