Erosion

mamu“Scientists estimate that 150-200 species of plant, insect, bird and mammal become extinct every 24 hours. This is nearly 1,000 times the “natural” or “background” rate and, say many biologists, is greater than anything the world has experienced since the vanishing of the dinosaurs nearly 65m years ago.”

Is our sole purpose
to contribute
to the epic verse
of the universe?
Or to document
in written, raw emotion
like stepping on
emeralds in the sand?
My dreams harden,
and sparkle
inside of geodes’ imaginations.
With the right mix of erosion and stress
earth’s natural sandstone
of arches and columns,
come into their own,

also eroded by tears
and mammoth tusks and hard shoulders;
rocks rubbed to a fine polish
stand mile high,
and
of long ago,
A time unknown
to our bare feet, till
we, the intruders,
came and made them
lost.
History will repeat
itself –
and extinction’s epitaphs
will be made.
But slow the pace of this
manic and unnecessary, beating drum.
Survival and intellect,
tribes and competition,
greed and capitalism,
humanity’s neo morals.
We are all a part,
we are the rhythm,
But without a heart
(Ecosystem)
We are nothing.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

12 thoughts on “Erosion”

    1. I know that feeling. I am currently at, we are not worth ****. But realise I cannot characterise, or generalise. We are, however, at critical point in this mess; I see it as one of man’s biggest blunders, yet it is left to small, tiny institutions and groups to actually act. Without laws, or tackling this at the top, god knows where it will end up. My cry is always for the innocent, we are not one of those. Thanks again for your input.

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      1. That’s the key thing. Unless big business/government starts to really care, I mean REALLY take it all seriously beyond words and a few summits and agreements, then it’s all fucked long term.
        Just gotta do what we can and hope for the best on an individual level.

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  1. Hi Anita,

    We call ourselves homo sapiens, don’t we? Latin for “wise man” of course. But how wise are we, really?

    Your heartfelt poem ‘Erosion’ shames us for the irresponsible way we treat this Earth we share with all its flora and fauna.

    Now I’m itching to re-read James Lovelock on “Gaia”.

    My very best,

    Paul

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      1. Thanks, Anita. Yes, our show was well attended and a success indeed, enjoyed by all, with £113 raised on the night, which our chosen charity, SHARE, was most grateful to receive. More important in a way though, was that Maureen and I, along with all our wonderful performers, were able to raise awareness of the ongoing refugee crisis abroad and the desperate plight of homeless people on our streets at home.

        (Please see Grandy’s Landing, my post ‘Our Evening of Music & Song’, 31/05/18.)

        Take care,

        Paul

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      2. Yep. I am completing a three part story that addresses in a round about way, the issue of homelessness.
        It is all valuable work and aid for those who need it most. I dip onto the shop/site and buy the odd coffee, snack or other now and then. I only mention it, so that you know that people do care, a few people I know visit when they can too. I love the idea as it seems immediate, local and community driven too.

        Good luck for future dos.

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