ONE WITH THE EARTH

Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©

 

We tend to forget

we’ve sprung from the soil.

When our time is done,

we’ll return to it.

We must maintain our humility,

keep our humanity intact.

The earth can still reject us,

eject us from its sphere.

Don’t tempt it.

WHAT IF

sun exploding

WHAT IF

What if the sun exploded?

The day began as all others.
The sun rose and shined its light.
As the day wore on, the sun grew hotter.
Steamier.
It radiated shades of red and orange.
Heat slew off its sides.
Until it exploded.
Hot balls of fire crashed to earth.
Darkness soon fell across the globe.

The moon hid its face.
It wasn’t ready to rule.
Who would save the earth,
Warm the earth,
And provide the needed sunshine?
The moon stepped forward.
It puffed up its face,
Then it blew out hot steam.

“You’re hired,” mankind shouted.
The moon replaced the sun.
Twenty four hours a day.
No time off.
No rest for the weary moon.
But a lot of grumbling.

So we ask: What if the sun exploded?
We would be in trouble.
Stuck with the moon for sunshine.
Sun, we bow to you in gratitude
For all that you do for us.

POWERPLAY

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Jagged fingers slice through the air.

A dance of the gods for mere mortals.

We hold our breaths as they sizzle and play.

The clouds keep them in place in defiance.

The ground rumbles in dismay at their power play.

The wind and rain fight to divert their direction.

Their aim is compromised by their enemies.

They hold strong and band together.

But the gods and nature block their path.

The earth is saved from ruin on this day.

But they’ll be back again another day.

DUST TO DUST

Dust to Dust

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Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©
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We tend to forget
we’ve sprung from the soil.
When our time is up,
we’ll return to it.
We must keep our humility.
Our humanity intact.
The earth can still reject us,
eject us from its sphere.
Don’t tempt it.

SHACKLES OF GREEN

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“  By Iñaki Dominguez
”
Green grows deep in the forest,
Slithering up the tall trees,
Digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
Yearning to free itself
From the shackles of green,
Tethered to its arms and...

 

sweetd3lights:

By Iñaki Dominguez

 

Green grows deep in the forest,

Slithering up the tall trees,

Digging holes in the brown earth.

The earth rumbles and quakes,

Yearning to free itself

From the shackles of green,

Tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is slathered in the lime color

As a mist of green encircles us all.