Hello readers! Has it been a while since I posted or what? Taking summer classes was a great decision, but it caused my blog posts to slide.
One class was poetry, where I wrote the poem below. My summer consisted of biology, poetry, and contemplating how to bring the earth to the mind of those who don't consider it much. I think this poem encompasses that nicely. Enjoy! :)
We’ve Lost Our Nature
Where earth’s encased in concrete a flower grows through a
sidewalk crack
Trying telling us
something
Down the bleak
path between skyscrapers
blocking sun a person
eyes focused on wrong things
In a one-room
boarded box worlds away
sits me—hand with
pen
Moving contemplating
how
to speak for flowers
(If speaking could carve
grey burdens…)
Would society understand?
Will they listen
flower searching for
sun
when I tell them
where to weld their corneas
invest their hands?
. .
.
Grasp the
concrete
under the crack
I ask.
Lift brave,
exposing roots.
Stare at land,
at last
able to breath
and know
flower cries
relief.
Feel your heart
thrum in time
with the pulse
of primitive life,
enriching us
before
we cemented our
souls.
But we
progress—dismissing flowers.
