Who killed the Spirit of our Earth?

The Spirit of our Earth is weeping, sleeping,

comatose, non mentos compos.

 

A sinuous, sensuous, tenuous grasp

is all that remains;

fabricated mankind, vapourific spirituality,

flabbergasted at the amusing notion that

some things exist that can be neither bought nor sold.

 

Delicate strength opposes 

powerful weakness. 

 

Corruption, a staple of capitalist consumption,

like dying varec in various oceans;

its stink is long lingering.

We are as voyeurs, watching the peepshow

of our world meeting its demise. 

 

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

I think Jeremy writes really well, I´ve read a number of his poems are they are all excellent, written with care and thought, full of literary value. This is a cracker too, Jeremy is not afraid to take a position and take on a real big subject, and it´s not only excellently written, but has the right moral position, and transports it with lyrical power. Great.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

That is a lot of vocabulary for me but the meaning of the poem, is really nice; I see the world's nature, the way others should. Cities where forests once were etc.

[Poetic Beauty]

I agree with this. We are taking down nature and the beauty it beholds. We need to enjoy what is natural and free. Take a stroll in the park or hike in the woods. Take a breath of fresh air and realize that we are slowing destroying our planet in many ways.

[Rene Velez]

the truth is oozing out...love the wordplay here, reality that bites....

[Chris]

Balance is a real and seldom understood thing.

I can't even keep track of our wars...