Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Alone-
Whales beached on a sandy shore
Sea turtles caught in nets, no way to escape
Polar bears starving, wasting away
Rodents imploding from fatal poison
Hawks and owls doomed for ingesting them
Dandelions withering from chemical herbicides
Honeybees dying from lethal insecticides
Earth tainted from leaching pesticides
Humanity amidst Corona’s genocide
We are committing suicide, suicide, suicide
With this surge of our self- centered rising tide
Our souls rotting from the inside
-Alone
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Earthweal Weekly Challenge: Protest In a Time of Pandemic
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
Wow, Linda! Hear you roar! This is an amazing poem. I love the clever use of all the horridying “ides”, and resonate with the soul-withering separateness so many humans feel in these times. I am still thinking of your owl visitation. Her power and beauty. In our village, we have a young cougar newly on his own – but a BIG one – prowling the village trying to establish habitat. We are urging him to go back towards the forest. They very much do not want to kill him. But he has been here for days, putting himself at risk. And the other day wolf and dog were fighting but the dog;s owner managed to scare the wolf off. The critters are on the move. Thank you for linking at earthweal, I am so happy to see you there.Thank you for your poem, which says it as clearly as it can be said.
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Thank you so much Sherry!
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POWERFUL!!
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Thank you Jen.
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Powerful words. So much of the anger and protests we are seeing are from individuals afraid to be alone. And like Sherry says above, the animals are coming forward making themselves known. This lockdown should turn us inward, but so many shun and cannot conceive of such a path. Nature herself is sending us a message. One has to wonder if we will heed it.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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Yes, so true. Thank you Elizabeth.
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Excellent… I got goosebumps! ❤
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Thank you Colleen.
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All these poisons brew Matricide — a horror and a thing acutely named. Thanks. – Brendan
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Yes. Thank you Brendan.
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So true. Your poem makes my heart ache. Lets hope those that can still the whispers of the soul rise up and speak out to stop the madness.
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Yes, thank you so much.
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Closing lines weep and lash out at the same time. Great.
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Thank you.
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I like the way your powerful poem begins and ends with that isolated word ‘alone’, Linda, so effective! The list of things that die alone is also effective, all because of the greed and carelessness of human beings.
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Thank you Kim.
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All the losses just pile up and will soon smother us in our own ignorance and greed…(K)
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Yes, they will. Thank you for reading.
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Poignant!
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Thank you.
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Welcome!
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A very sad poem. Your rhyming was perfect but I wish what you say weren’t true.
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As do I.
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A stunningly powerful piece from your heart. Absolutely beautiful Linda. Hugs to you dear friend 😊😎
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Thank you Walt. ❤️
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My pleasure 😊
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