After reading "Starfish" by Peter Humphreys and then reading my comment on it, this appeared. I can't make up my mind about this one.


Cling

The pollutant-dying starfish on the beach,
Life's rescue just out of reach:
The planet's hand,
In the planet's sand.

10:44, Sun. 13/05/2007.



Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2007-05-16 at 13:59

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Havetslys
Short and to the point-it is amazing how in such few words you express something so big. A poem that really made me think.
2007-05-20


shar
It makes you just stop and think. And feel sad about where we're headed.
2007-05-19


shar
beautiful Mark :)
2007-05-19


Peter Humphreys
Or at least in the hands of those that dominate (or think we do) the planet. The starfish in my poem, by chance, was storm battered, but I wonder now if I wandered that beach if pollution would leave me any at all to rescue? As usual, Mark, you have me thinking. Thank you.
2007-05-16