Humans record artistic impressions
of patient Nature’s handiwork
in a line of wind-tattered trees,
a blanket hem along the skyline
and curving sculptured hills,
where skylarks rise from barley singing,
and dissolve into the darkening welkin.
Hills become shadows,
the silence palpable over still-hot fields.
And yet, in boroughs,
towns and cities, greedy humans
waste resources, pollute with plastic,
fill every space with concrete, bricks
and asphalt as Nature chokes.
Kim Mm. Russell, 17th July 2018

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: 7 and 7 and linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Amaya is hosting the first Poetics after the summer break. She says that, in honour of this week being dVerse Poets’ seventh anniversary, we have ‘seven’ as the theme. She tells us that, as she was preparing for this prompt and seeking out poetry about sins, she discovered that vice and virtue are enmeshed together in an eternal symbiotic relationship.
Amaya shares lists of both the “seven deadlies”, as they are known in pop culture, and the virtues, and asks us to write poems about one or all of these and how they affect our lives. Do we see a complementary function between vice and virtue? Is there one in particular that has played a key role in our giving in to temptation? Or one that has provided a valuable lesson? Can we personify them and show their relationship in an unforeseen light?
I chose to write about patience and greed.
I admire that virtue of: patient Nature’s handiwork and seeing the rise of skylarks.
Kim, when I read of our waste and the way we throw trash and plastic in the environment, I really feel sad for our future generations.
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It gives me nightmares, Grace.
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Seems like we could learn a lot from nature, but instead we look only to our own interests and forget about the outcome. Nicely done!
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Thanks Dwight.
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Nature can choke on our sins against her.
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You had me at /wind-tattered trees/. I love this piece, enjoying re-reading it as it gently twists like a murmuration from Nature to its choking.
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Thanks Glenn!
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It seems art/meditation with Nature as teacher, should be one of the best things we could do for ourselves and for our planet, to break away from our bad habits locking is deeper into our sins.
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So true.
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Wonderful writing!
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Thank you, Jo!
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There’s a wonderful mirroring in the last line of the hills becoming shadows and the shadow of those cities and their pollution falling over the world. If I could shake your hand for that stanza then I would.
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Last stanza, not last line.
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Thank you so much Carol. I’ve been wondering if we dVerse Brits should get together some time. It would be lovely to meet the humans behind the poems.
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I suppose someone could organise some sort of open mic event somewhere central. We could all bring our favourite dVerse poems.
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How to approach them…
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A wicked, sad irony.
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That is a tragic reality. Nature is choking on our mistakes.. sigh.. 😥
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Yes, it seems all we do, is choke nature.
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I agree.
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We praise nature and choke it at the same time. We don’t know how to take care of what we’ve been given,
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This is the problem, Mary. We’ve been on this planet thousands of years and have not learnt how.
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Seeing Being Life
as Art Giving
Sharing
all that is
to Be
to Quote
‘Godwin’ ‘they’
say Adolph wanting
to Kill for ‘those others’
rejected His Art leaving
all that was left of his HeART
as H and E and S and M of SMart..
Love
Every
Painting
Little Children
Create Love every
Dance and Song they do..
A Gold Star for Love and
A Prevention of World War III too..:)
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What to do? Somehow see that we are Nature and after all are choking too.
Thanks Kim
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We humans are robbing, destroying nature and drowning in our plastic temporary.
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