at bay
By Di_Hard
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you've gone to the moon we know
only as light, a white finger from Heaven
whose pulse pulls Earth's sheathing waves
noise clings to us, we cannot out-swim
this new, unseen pollution shattering our vast water space
with seismic booms unravelling
between continents. Nowhere has peace. Now
many of us can't bear, can't bear to sing - our wells of deep
silence whiplashed by submarine sonar haemorraging hearts
which once beat with love for our wee ones, same as yours, crushed
as steel pipes hammer into secret, resting sand
off shores where fish were used to mesh, unfurl in silver
slivered ecstacy whirling in cool coils at our swoop. We
and they are gone; some till there's no more
swimming to drown on beaches, some fallen down, cold, down
where in mass extinctions millenia past our ancestors made
your stinking black taker, those shrinking slicks you seek
to sleek your way through the machinations you make of Life
and I, imprisoned in bars of noise, wonder if ability to understand
guilt's a prerequisite for intelligence
are we stupid because we ask why we deserve this
exchange of all we want with your waste? Without
food, health, freedom, in this songless time we cannot
know each other. So I'm come where
passed down memory warns me against
to see if that's less bad than where once was good
and we were good at being. Alive
I hope at my last heart beats, to know myself, to be free
of seismic bangs and sonar beeps. Lungs scalded
with cleaning chemicals and excrement, through
reeling eels of plastic twine, flop and slap of period pads
the ferry propellers' grind, and seething shallow's silt
can't breathe
leap
out of my world, into yours, a flash
Splash! Children laugh, even grown ups smile, point, innocent
again. No one can remember seeing a dolphin here before - we feel
blessed
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I wasn't sure what was meant
I wasn't sure what was meant by the first line, though the two following were so well put. It was nice to end on the delight they still give in the last two lines in contrast to the sadness.
There does seem to be more understanding and attempts to slow boats, quieten them (I think military vehicles were realised to be quieter than commercial, though I guess that brings cost). There are fewer vessels nowadays, but those that are are so big. And rules about where noise can be made. Hopefully research is ongoing.
There was some research on dolphins in captivity that seemed to imply they could learn to dampen down loud sounds somewhat, but it hadn't been confirmed. Maybe some can do it a bit. Would be useful for them anyway. And still work ongoing on other pollutions. Rhiannon
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It touched my emotions
It touched my emotions reading your voice for the dolphin. In fact not just the dolphin, but also the many other creatures that have been displaced. Some humans just don't seen to realize the damage they're doing, it's a real heart breaker.
Poignant read that I feel will touch many readers.
Jenny.
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Wow! I know you don't like
Wow! I know you don't like reading things, but I wish you'd make an exception for this one Di
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Much obliged for the read, DH
Much obliged for the read, DH.
A hard poetic bolus to swallow so I will choke it down. Willingly. Nothing good comes easy.
V/R
TJ
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Didn't comment to be generous
Didn't comment to be generous but to express appreciation for the work. Pretty woman, don't walk on by, pretty woman, don't make me cry, pretty woman....yeah... listening to Roy ....I don't believe you, you're not the truth, no one could look as good as you....keep hard at it and accept yourself once in a while because most times no one else will....
VR
TJ
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"I, imprisoned in bars of
"I, imprisoned in bars of noise, wonder if ability to understand
guilt's a prerequisite for intelligence"
A poignant lamentation. Topical with the world's population now at 8 billion. There's an overwhelming argument for finding ways to halt the increase in human numbers so that we can finally try harder to live in harmony with nature. In the meantime, there are so many ways to destroy it and we owe it to future generations to get this sorted. Paul
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I'm not sure there's much
I'm not sure there's much good news either. Sigh.
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There is a movement in the
There is a movement in the rhythm of piece, it captures the darting intelligence and movement of these creatures as well their accute sensitivity, both to their immediate surroundings and the long-term decline of their environment. It wouldn't be so bad if we could say, well it's got this bad but it won't get any worse now because we're stopping the destruction and pollution but that's not happening.
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This powerful piece is our
This powerful piece is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!
It's also our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day
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Human entitlement knows no
Human entitlement knows no bounds. Your poetic words poignantly highlight the tragedies caused by man. Your depiction of the dolphin’s plight is terrifying and painful to read in its truth, and makes me wish there was some magic in the world that could reverse this, but there isn’t. Here at the top of the food chain, with no regard for preservation of other species, or the precious waters, or the pristine air, or the non toxic earth that had formed at the birth of our planet, this paradise formed has become paradise lost under humans rule. The dolphins deserve our protection, the planet crys for it but human’s in thier self awareness and self indulgence, refuse to change and change is needed immediately; if we have a prayer of saving life in the oceans, birds in the sky and plants on the earth we need to act now…but I have very little hope that we will change the world in time.
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Gosh Di, this is so powerful
Gosh Di, this is so powerful in its message and so beautiful in its delivery.
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HI Di
HI Di
A lovely poem, using such qualty words. You have such skill.
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