Peaceful Nuclear Interlude
by Leland Waldrip
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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This poem was originally written (title: Peaceful Interlude) with the view that individuals can never be completely safe, regardless of where they live, due to the nature of this raging planet. The recent seismic and tsunamic events in Japan make us even more aware that this caveat applies exponentially to nuclear reactors housed on "safe" earthly tectonic structures. it is only a matter of time …
Find a home for peaceful abode,
Be it any sweet castle we master,
That very spot at the end of our road,
Must succumb, in time, to disaster.
No account of tragedy is given here
Of what may befall by hand of man,
Or damage that wayward biosphere
Can inflict in exposed life span.
But the land is born of raging fire:
Molten rocks gush many a red hell.
Above seawater hardens a pyre,
Sun dries, waters freeze, cracks swell.
Tectonic plate on plate scores,
And earthquakes raise the sea,
Push liquid waves on distant shores,
Wreak havoc on failures to flee.
Hurricanes, tornadoes do deadly dance,
Earthquakes shake and liquify the ground,
Mudslides cover, no warning advance,
Ice and hail beat structures down.
Wildfires consume remains from drought,
Floods smash, and float goods away,
Untouched by mud and trash is naught,
So hope for interlude among the fray —
Interlude ‘fore disaster should arrive —
In tune with geologic metronomes.
Blissfully ignorant of the tragic jive,
We wait — between beats — in our homes.
© 2011 R. Leland Waldrip
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|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|well done with much to think about|
|Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*® Authors & Creations
|My dearest friend, it's great to "read from you" again! This poem is a timely timeless reminder of a few realities - and not, at least in my feeling, a "harbinger of doom". Our planet is a living being, and as such it grows and evolves and expands and convulses, in spite of... ourselves and other living beings on it. And, as a living being, it suffers, as we do, as do all other living beings, from the effects of polution, of deforestation, of bad management of its resources and dilapidation of its natural defenses... or "immune system". We do not control or own anything, no matter how much we believe we do - and we are ONE with the planet and all the other living beings in it, so what affects "one" affects all. It is a responsibility and an awareness we need to live with - but a responsibility and awareness that do not need to keep us "covering our heads with ashes" and yell that "the end is near", as much as they should not keep us "burying our heads in the sand" to pretend it's not there and it will go away if we don't look. To be aware of the reality and be responsible for what each one of us can do to make it better, while enjoying the stay which, btw, is not permanent and is made of change, is, in my humble feeling, a good approach.
Lots and lots of love and (((((hugs)))))... and I'm going to watch the documentary "Home" yet again! :0)
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Are we seeing the end of days fast approaching? At least though we got very good poetry to read right up to the end from you...e|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Not a lot of hope here in these provocative lines, and I might
add, beautifully executed. But this old planet has been kicked
around for several billion years, and I have a hunch it will
survive the storms and wars for another billion or so, despite
the damage we do in this nuclear age. -gene.
|Reviewed by Susan Schmitt (Reader)
|Hi Leland: Another great poem. You ahve definitely turned my opinion around on poetry! Excellent my friend!|
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|Leland - Hi! How You doin'?
I can only 'echo' the sentiments of the three before me ... Very Well Done!
Precision abounds in each line, verse, stanza - a true story, exquisitely woven like a fine tapestry. We are but mere grains of sand to the likes of God, and Mother Nature.
Peaceful Interlude indeed! "Ye know not what hour the thief may strike ..."
Boy Scout Motto: "BE PREPARED!" Peace, my Friend - Tom.
|Reviewed by C. J. Stevens
|So overwhelmingly true in its eloquence. A somber but magical poem.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Your insight is millennial.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is a most apt, timely, and very wise outlook about the state of affairs on this planet; a reality check perhaps. Thank you, Leland. Love and peace to you,