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
Would be nice to go back to living off and with the earth....as one.
ReplyDeleteit was a wonderful prompt Susan and most beautiful response...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteIn fact we all have to praise the organic matter..that's where life emanates
ReplyDeleteI agree, this is absolutely stunning verse :D
ReplyDeleteThis is the warp and the woof of it.....the clay, the bones, the plants. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteOur food supply begins in the soil...So, I too "sing in praise of organic matters". Beautifully piece, Susan.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletewe as a society benefited as an agrarian society. We still take from the ground but sadly what we return is waste.
ReplyDeleteWhat we eat and what we waste, recycled
ReplyDeleteWith 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
I praise you for writing this lovely poem, Susan!
ReplyDeleteSadly 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.
ReplyDeleteWe forget this at our peril.
ReplyDeleteWhat 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
ReplyDeleteWe 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...
ReplyDeleteThe answer? Who can tell whether we are able to figure one out before it's too late.