Our world is melting.


Silent night fever

Water is running
down the hill
as it melts

Slowly
it may seem
to the (ignorant) human eye
but it is not
slow

Not slow
fast

Mountains
losing their white carpet
moment by moment

Like the silent night fever
- bathing in sweat

No need for carpets
when the sun is burning you

Like the fever, like sickness
like a disease

A deadly one

-

Oh, maybe not
to Mother Earth
she's a surviver;

but what about us?




Poetry by J. E.
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Written on 2007-06-04 at 18:22

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Havetslys
A thought-provoking poem that goes down as fast as the water running down the mountains. Well written!
2007-06-10


Kathy Lockhart
well written. It is full of pathos and vivid images
2007-06-04


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Yep, agree, she is a survivor! Great poem

Elle x
2007-06-04


Rob Graber
Indeed! I like how the message sneaks up on the reader...
2007-06-04