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| Maldives in the Indian Ocean. |
In twenty-five years when I am ninety
earth gently swirls its rain to crops in need
potential becomes actuality.
All life seeks partnership, and I foresee
humans relaxing gain for grains' relief
In twenty-five years when I am ninety.
Listen! It calls. The lover once set free
exchanges bead for bead in planting seed
potential becomes actuality.
Islands galore welcome all in for tea
their restored shores garlanded with seaweed
In twenty-five years when I am ninety.
Food varies with landscape, soil and degree
as we be animals with young to feed
potential becomes actuality.
Verbalize your knowledge of what can be
in stories woven to decrease our greed
In twenty-five years when I am ninety
potential becomes actuality.
For my prompt
For my prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Ninety / The Nineties
Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast
Sadly I can't see humans relaxing gain for grains relief however I do see us eating seaweed and a lot of creeping crawly things that hopefully will keep my grandchildren and their offspring alive. There is much potential if we dare to alter our eating habits and become chemical free. I loved the hope you portray in what I see as bleak picture.
ReplyDeleteNicely worded.Potential becomes actuality,good thought.
ReplyDeleteVerbalize your knowledge of what can be
ReplyDeletein stories woven to decrease our greed
Wonderful lines!! Such a brilliant write.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Precious words. There is so much peace and goodwill in the images specially in the Earth's gently swirling rain for creation. Hope everywhere. Beautiful Susan.
ReplyDeleteI so hope so. What a beautiful vision and - it is told - if we can conceive it, we can achieve it. I love the hope and peace in this poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the hope in this, the picture it creates. If we can imagine this, it can become real. May this good poetential actuate. Thank you Susan.
ReplyDeleteI loved this, especially the repetition of the lyric. Wonderful and hopeful.
ReplyDeleteIn twenty five years, we will probably in the middle of the much predicted water wars.. but I love the hope in your poem..
ReplyDeleteHey Susan...nice work I see lot of positivity and hope in these lines.But I doubt about bright future the way we are treating planet Earth
ReplyDeleteIt can't be unless you make it happen, at any age.
ReplyDeleteI think many a thing could be eased if we sat down and shared tea - i love how you have used the device of 'In twenty five years' - it subtly but powerfully makes the point clear
ReplyDeleteI do not share your optimism. Neither does science.
ReplyDeleteDo you think it will take us more time? Here's some hope:
Delete"Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago."
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What you see and paint here Susan is beautiful! A lovely hope from the heart of a wonderful poet.
ReplyDeleteYou have given an optimistic view of being 90, Susan. I like the idea of potential becoming actuality.
ReplyDeleteI am an optimist like you on this one, Susan. I see young kids nowadays being much more environmentally conscious and responsible than their parents.
ReplyDeleteA good write!