I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now! To see an earlier decade, the link is: http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Zen
Truck tires turning on asphalt,
Tred catching, throwing up black sand.
Once I have traversed the road of yours,
I have forever changed your land.
It is the oil I dripped in the parking lot,
With the rain, all washed out to sea…
Changing the oceans forever,
I have changed H2o’s chemistry.
I went to the dump last Sunday
Adding twelve cubic feet to the land.
Fifty-five cans and a Styrofoam cup
Are my foot prints in the sand.
Diapers, bottles and Bic pens,
Plastics, paper and fluoride tooth paste,
Anti-freeze and laundry soaps,
Disposable lighters and human waste.
Buddhists moving a single pebble
For ever change the earth…
I started to drastically change things,
From the moment of my birth.
Truck tires turning on asphalt,
Your land will not be the same.
I am sorry I altered your planet,
And I don’t even know your name.
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I love this poem. When you said, "Buddists moving a single pebble.." I stopped and just sat quietly for a moment, thinking about what my next move on this earth should be.
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