A marble: floating in the middle of nothing

The Long Slow Goodbye

Our world is dying.

We are killing it.

We pride ourselves on our adaptability,

Yet we are locked in an anachronistic worldview:

One that deludes us into believing

That what once was will ever be.

It’s premature; it infects our thinking.

If we are shown reality:

Glaciers retreating, massively calving at their faces

Because we have not seen how it was before

We think that how it now is, is normal.

Because war has been the norm throughout our short lives,

We cannot conceive a world without it.

We are blind.

We are arrogant.

We deserve the future rolling towards us.

Yet, the planet we inhabit —

The only oasis of life of which we are aware —

Does not deserve our ignorance.

© pendantry 2018

About pendantry

Phlyarologist (part-time) and pendant. Campaigner for action against anthropogenic global warming (AGW) and injustice in all its forms. Humanist, atheist, notoftenpist. Wannabe poet, writer and astronaut.
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24 Responses to A marble: floating in the middle of nothing

  1. You are right we are killing our world.

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  2. Funny how a horrible statement of fact can be contained in absolutely beautiful poetry.

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  3. We have become so complacent that our Earth will continue to give and give, while we take and take.. I think our Earth Mother has had more than enough of humans and our destructive ways. And we may all be seeing the tables turn.. And sooner than any of us may think.

    Thank you for bringing awareness P.. So pleased my first day back in blog land I spotted your post in the reader.. IF we want our World to alter, then we are the ones who have to alter our ways of BEing.

    Love and Light.. Sue

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  4. You are spot on!

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  5. Our ailing source of life and love – no wonder there are “deaths of despair”. The deepest wound.

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  6. 3C Style says:

    Good work. We need to act before it is too late. Nice of you to remind us all.

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  7. Rambling warning!

    I have come to this most powerful post nearly two weeks after it was published. It is a little after 6:30am here in Oregon. Saturday, 26th May!

    There are three dogs on the bed. Sweet, dear tiny Pedi is nestling against the bare calf of my right leg. Brandy is sleeping alongside my side of the bed. The morning sun is a fiery bright light against the drawn curtains of our East-facing bedroom windows. I have just been listening online to Any Answers on BBC Radio 4. A classic example of fiddling while Rome burns!

    Before sitting up in bed having breakfast with Jeannie I walked the 200 feet to the stables, fed the two horses and the two ponies, noting the early morning chill in the cloudless sky; it’s 6 deg. C. That included feeding the wild deer just by the stables, of which seven came so close to me as I poured out the little heaps of deer food. I paused for a few moments, as I do, to reflect on this special relationship between wild creatures and us humans. How can some of us find enjoyment in hunting them!!

    It seems like a most normal start to our day.

    But!

    But, there is a sadness inside of me. A distant and very dim sadness that I can’t articulate. A sadness that could possibly be fueled by a number of facts. That I am in the Autumn of my life; I was born in 1944. That nothing can stay the same. Even in nature there is erosion, and death is part of life!

    But!

    But, there is something in the words of this post that speak of my sadness. As if your pen, Colin, is wired to my inner consciousness, can read my sadness with a clarity that hitherto has escaped me.

    I don’t know what else to say.

    But!

    But, thank you!

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  8. melanymoon says:

    Spoken like a true intellectual hippie. I concur.

    Liked by 1 person

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