Nature is emptying its lungs in a scream
so loud as to awaken whatever sleeps
in the bowels of earth,
in the hollow chambers of our hearts,
in the blank narrow spaces in our souls.
Other times the wind breathes gently.
Nature rests, only using enough energy to whisper,
to softly stir a leaf, or tickle our ears
hoping we and earth can hear
that she is breaking.
She's not comatose,
the way you or I would be,
the way you or I would be,
immobile, our brains rewiring blackness
or traveling to another life.
But she is having a near death experience.
(For Dverse Poets.)
If nature is breaking and having a near death experience, we need to listen to the howling of the wind ~ I wonder how much it can take, before we are slammed by another natural disaster ~ Thanks for joining in Myrna ~
ReplyDeleteHow I wish that enough of us could hear Mother Nature's screams - and do something to heal her (and ourselves).
ReplyDeleteThe wind can be so much, from causing havoc to not being present at all.. Love the progression here, almost like the scales of Beaufort...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and haunting in a way. Nice write. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of the devastation the wind can cause - the cyclone in Vanuatu is the latest death and near death experience of the wind. Thanks for sharing this with us tonight.
ReplyDeleteI hope we never break nature to the point that she is weazing and near comatose...of course we are cutting off her oxygen a bit in our carelessness...
ReplyDeletebeautiful... it makes us realize how wind can instill fear in us as well... I've been in a few situations where tornadoes where close by; my mom and I had to sit in a closet and wait for the winds to calm down... that was scary
ReplyDeleteWhew, the ending with the 'near death experience' take my breath away, Myrna...
ReplyDeleteYour words really speak to me.
ReplyDeletewe should listen to the whispers as well as the screams of nature. Good progression in this write.
A near-death experience recollected can be a wonderful thing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a hauntingly delicious poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThat last unexpected line turns the piece on its head; very cool. Ecology needs the music of poetry just as much as people scattered between war zones & pubs; damn right our planet is in peril; two things I worry about for my grandchildren, social security disappearing & glaciers evaporating. What are we bequeathing our youth?
ReplyDeletei wonder if the heavy winds we had lately have to do with what you're doing to the earth... no wonder when she strikes back and yells at us with puffed up cheeks..
ReplyDeleteI really liked the first stanza and how you used repetition to take us deeper and feel the scream - impressive imagery.
ReplyDeleteAh, tis the air I breathe. I loved the sentiment here.
ReplyDeleteSad to think she might be having a near death experience. Nature will howl like a great wolf until we listen..Myrna this poem runs deep into the heart of our world.
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