 Born out of the moorland heart
you do not notice me. Trickling down your backward slopes, to start you do not notice me. Flowing beneath the path of adolescent feet you do not notice me. Bounding beyond your working week you do not notice me. Through shadowy depths and sparkling heights you do not notice me. Where people play and fly their kites you do not notice me. Around right angle bends, that trouble sends you do not notice me. Meandering past midlife, towards my journeys end you do not notice me. Slowing down now, no longer flete afoot you do not notice me. Bye swan and drake and even boat you do not notice me. I’ve reached my voiced desire at last you do not notice me. On golden sand I retire my past you do not notice me. From source to mouth I am as one you do not notice me. Out to sea where my life doth come you do not notice me. Finally I am gone and you have none you notice me. Dry riverbed, no more fun you notice me. Enlightenment comes all too late you notice me. Resigning yourself to your chosen fate you notice me. Now you care and stop and stare you notice me. Busy life gone, resources scarce you notice me. No drink, no wash, no fish, no dove you notice me. No growth, no dosh, no life, no love you notice me. Oh to start again from the beginning to be with me. Never again shall you neglect our twinning to be with me. One drop of emotion is all that is needed to be with me. Back at the heart where our lifeblood is seeded to be with me. What to do for a second chance to be with me. No end of turns at river dance to be with me. Scratching your head for life’s true meaning to be with me. When all life looks spent, it starts raining you’re with me. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below.
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 Forgive me mother, for getting too big.
No room is there left now, for lion or pig. Forgive me mother, for multiplying too many. In habitat loss, species die two a penny. Forgive me mother, for conceiving more kids. No concept of growth, or population lids. Forgive me mother, for expanding so fast. The cities created, such shadows they cast. Forgive me mother, for sprawling too wide. Railroads and highways, with you they collide. Forgive me mother, for commuting so much. Clogging your airways, losing nature's touch. Forgive me mother, for being a child. Trashing kerbside in tantrum, forest when riled. Forgive me mother, for creating such mess. With plastic and litter, turtles choke in distress. Forgive me mother, for polluting your streams. Blackening water with oil, culling indigenous dreams. Forgive me mother, for depleting your gifts. Searching for treasure, only finding thrift. Forgive me mother, for claiming your body. Raping your landscapes, all for more money. Forgive me mother, for flaunting your wealth. Felling your trees, at the expense of health. Forgive me mother, for warming you up. No snow left for white bear, grey seal or pup. Forgive me mother, for acting the fool. Playing for time, when ice caps pool. Forgive me mother, for gambling it all. In Wall Street casinos, on stock rise and fall. Forgive me mother, for trying your patience. No thoughts to actions, just quarrelling between nations. Forgive me mother, for electing the leaders. Barely out of nappy, consumption hungry breast feeders. Forgive me mother, for everything they diss. When comparing their manhood, or height of their piss. Forgive me mother, for surrendering my power. Not voicing my stance, championing beast and flower. Forgive me mother, for neglecting my duty. Of being protector of the Earth, steward of beauty. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2019 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. |
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