We are frozen,
Ice Age wasteland
distilled in our bones
and cart-wheeling in the blizzard
of the imagination.
We move together
with clouds, snow and water,
in a geometric dance,
tessellated into landscapes
of free-art fractal frost.
We are wind patterns
on snow, hoar frost flowers
and lonely glaciers
until, one morning, the skeins
of ice that knitted us together
melted forever;
we polar bears and penguins
have nowhere to go.
Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 24 Wordy Wednesday With Wild Woman: Natural Wonders
Sherry says that nature constantly astonishes her and she has introduced her prompt with two astounding images that show that everything is interconnected in a grand design that cannot be random, with patterns that are repeated in nature and in our bodies.
She reminds us that scientists have discovered a whole universe inside the cell. They tell us that the genetic structure inside our tiny cells – our DNA – stores information about all the species on earth equivalent to 12 sets of Encyclopaedia Britannica! Wow!
For today’s prompt, we are writing new poems about nature’s wonders, anything that especially amazes us, big or small.
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This is incredibly potent, Kim! ❤️ You address the problems and concerns of eco system so well here especially; “the skeins of ice that knitted us together melted forever,” makes me nervous for those penguins and polar bears!
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Thank you, Sanaa. ❤
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My heart hurts for the starving polar bears, and the penguins trying to follow their life cycles in a melting landscape. Your poem really speaks to me, Kim. I can see the hoar frost flowers and lonely glaciers.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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H.O.T. Kim.
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Beautiful then a downer. Hope it never comes true.
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Thanks Debi.
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Not only the bears and penguins but other creatures losing their homes. Plants as well. So sad.
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Apocalyptic glimpses always make me shiver. This one–so true, so terrifyingly close–makes me the shivers even more violent. Like with the poem Sherry shared for this prompt, this ending hurts.
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Thank you, Magaly. I can’t understand why relatively few people out of all Earth’s human inhabitants are not more concerned about the state of the planet. It breaks my heart.
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*sigh*
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Oh, this is so filled with truth, it aches. We humans fail and brag we have god given dominion.
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Humans are fools, Susie, because they never listen and learn. History can only repeat itself so many times.
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Beautiful poem Kim, but sad ending – one I hope never comes to pass.
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Thank you, Rob. We seem to be on the way there already.
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Indeed, we are all one. But far too many of us haven’t figured that out yet.
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Sadly, there are many people who won’t accept it even when we spell it out for them, Rosemary.
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Alas… so many beautiful things are soon to be gone.
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I’m glad I won’t be here in fifty years time. I can’t begin to imagine what will be left: rats, flies and cockroaches definitely.
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The disappearance of natural wonders is sad for all earth’s creatures.
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It certainly is, Sara.
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