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The Earth Cries

Room glistens -soft candle
glowing by the open window
Baby's warm scent drifts
towards the dancing light
    -upon the ceiling

Haunting sounds spill
from the window pane
Moans of every passing car
with vile odors remaining
    -the earth cries



Author notes

My daughter called me to tell me about the feelings she had sitting by the open window holding her baby in candlelight and hearing the sounds from the interstate below and wondering if the muffled sounds were the sounds from the earth as it cried from the pollution. She tried to tell a friend, who did not understand, and she realized that I would know just what to say.

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  • bluewho
    September 9

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    Very good write. You convayed your daughters thoughts so well. It makes you stop and think what kind of earth we are leaving behind for our children. Nicely done.


  • Barry Hodges silver member
    August 25

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    I am a bit uncertain about "baby odours" as they tend to have unpleasant faecal memories for me personally. A baby ain't only Johnson's Powder!!!!

  • the earth cries...a tragical yet wonderful ending to this poem. This is the dichotomy of our lives...the beauty and the ugliness of what we are doing as a society. An interesting read. Well done.
    Rory

  • This wonderfully soft and descriptive, the sweet innocence of a baby and the harsh reality of pollution and the damage it does to us all. I think, you did your daughter proud.

  • with vile odors remaining
    -the earth cries

    I love these lines
    makes you want to go
    live in the country
    I love your feelings here
    well penned Hugs Angel♥


    • AllexisReed
      June 12
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      Thank you! And, I do live in the country. I am so far out in the country, that I don't often see traffic going past, but my daughter lives in the city and she called me to tell me what she heard while she was holding the baby. She knew I would put it in words for her.

      I'm glad you liked it!

      • i nearly am I love in a town small enough to be in the country
        I like the quiet.. and the sounds of nature..you did a beautiful job i know she will love your poem♥

  • piccola silver member
    June 7

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    I think the earth does cry from pollution. Fresh rain comes to cleans it but the abuse has gone on too long. I like the comparisons used of a new baby, fresh and pure with the sounds of traffic and polution. nice job.


  • Antebellum
    June 4

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    Baby's warm scent drifts
    towards the dancing light
    -upon the ceiling


    beautiful description.
    wonderful write.

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