21 April 2016

In Praise of Organic Matters




I sing in praise of organic matters:
Clay, mud and puddles that childhood splatters
Flesh, bones and blood of animals like us
And organs that work our minds and spirits
The fibers and colors of plant life, too
And earth, water, air and fire as fuel 
What we eat and what we waste, recycled
With all we haven't made but might have killed.
What we wear and what we invite to feast
The greatest wealth we uproot and the least
Sun, moon, precipitation and weather
Sheep's wool, cow's milk, maple syrup, leather 
Virtual playthings and vast minerals
Knowledge and Myth and What we Wear as Jewels.



For my prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Organic

This is poem 20 for April.  I forgot to post it!



Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast

15 comments:

thotpurge said...

Would be nice to go back to living off and with the earth....as one.

Sumana Roy said...

it was a wonderful prompt Susan and most beautiful response...

Mary said...

I enjoyed this, Susan. Your poem has encompassed totally what the word 'organic' includes! It is good to keep these things in mind as we live our lives.

PT said...

In fact we all have to praise the organic matter..that's where life emanates

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I agree, this is absolutely stunning verse :D

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is the warp and the woof of it.....the clay, the bones, the plants. Wonderful!

Panchali said...

Our food supply begins in the soil...So, I too "sing in praise of organic matters". Beautifully piece, Susan.

Hannah said...

I love your closing line especially, Susan. I love how the entirety explores the how of being and its organic parts. Thank you, for the challenge.

Leslie Moon said...

we as a society benefited as an agrarian society. We still take from the ground but sadly what we return is waste.

kaykuala said...

What we eat and what we waste, recycled
With all we haven't made but might have killed

What could be worst than to destroy and yet feeling happy to pick up from there. There ought to be more adherence to preserve the environment. Very right Susan!

Hank

Sara McNulty said...

I praise you for writing this lovely poem, Susan!

Old Egg said...

Sadly the Earth is just a commodity to many that see it as some spaceship to be used abused and somehow move on to who knows where? We should marvel that we are privileged to have come this far with the Earths help and should be desperate to maintain and sustain it. It saddens me to this that poets can see the truth but the people that we vote for can't. So we have to shout louder.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

We forget this at our peril.

Jae Rose said...

What a beautiful song - i thought the puddles and splatters were a wonder and then I reached the last line -- superb! Makes you think the world can be magical like a toy chest

Nicholas V said...

We have removed ourselves from nature completely, as the majority of us are city dwellers and hence live in artificial environment. We keep on destroying nature and cause irreparable damage to a fragile ecosystem. Yet, we go in search of organic produce with dubious provenance...
The answer? Who can tell whether we are able to figure one out before it's too late.