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Writer's pictureJarlath Busby

Blue Planet

Updated: Sep 20



 Blue Planet


In thick strokes, raging torrents, mighty falls

on a wash of rolling mists, morning dew,

vast oceans, April showers, autumn squalls,

in azure water colours paint Earth blue;

Look deep in this seascape, corals dying,

glaciers dissolving to mountain streams,

change dripping ever fast, still denying,

clinging like limpets to futile wet dreams;

As polluting greed, consumerism floats

our planet's drowning, shall we swim or sink

or go with the flow, our paddleless boat

till ravagers, rebels are both extinct;

the warming tide, sewage and plastic creeps,

Mother Nature dies, the blue planet weeps.

 

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Sadly poignant, a great poem.

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Agreed!

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Not the best legacy we're leaving for our children, but none the less, your poem speaks the undisputable truth.

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