Gaia

 

       GAIA

        I try to heal the world today
        from high,
        as I go floating gently,
        on a breeze.

 

        And my breath goes up softly,
        like a kite,
        to mingle with the clouds
        that dream above.

 

        Down in amongst the wreckage of a life,
        the smoke of hope
        still lingers in the fire.

 

        But with these ashes,
        can I bring you love,
        or solace to replace
        your burning ire?
 

Reviews

[Llysofar]

I could not restore the formatting here, with the verses in the centre of the page (perhaps there was a button I missed). Thank you for all your reviews. {{{}}}

[Pema Dorje]

this flows along like a song and ends in burning ire ... yes Gaea may be readying herself for the next step; the signs are all around like just before a Tsunami comes the sea retracts herself from shore ... Poetic and prophetic Llysofar

[All faded blue]

the smoke of hope still lingers in the fire. Interesting lines. I need to read more of your stuff to get a deeper flavor of how yoy write. I like this very well.

All faded blue

[Pema Dorje]

... you have Nature's breath stirred in your Poem, and that she can burn, and all to ash, if spurnned... her urge is we, and that you see, her tale is not yet ended, nor yet us, but perhaps, we shall fall, if we hear not her call ...

as the Poet you set dark and light textures in the piece, the Poetic device creates the tension, and we agree ... yin/yang in a Poem or even a sentence can paint new wonderings unseen by even the Poet ... like enjambment can create a beat

write on Llysofar