Monday, April 22, 2024

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IMAGE COURTESY de Verse poetry pub

 Earth We 


Technology rewards us with conversations and closeness. We share like and subscribe. We zoom, link up and link in. 


little square boxes

of people chatting online -

a live meeting


But what about our natural environment. The destruction is overwhelming. Building crumble like the tossed paper balls of am irate writer.  Machine guns and tankers deface the landscape. Where are the trees? The earth cries as blood is spilt.


TV screen shots -

the anguish of a mother

as her child goes limp



The fishes in the sea;  who cares about them as trash finds its way from rivers and streams to its depths annoying sea animal and plant life. Fishes must be crying too.


feet along the sand

plastic bottle clean up -

here's a garbage bag

© gillena cox 2024


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