AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Saturday, April 26, 2008

What future? ~ for Sunday Scribblings and Poefusion

Pic from Deviant Art ~ firefox13 ~ Future of our Planet??
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This poem is in response to 2 prompts ~ The future of the Planet on Sunday Scribblings and a via negativa poem on Poefusion.
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Cities are not cold and lifeless
Smogging nature's lifeblood ~
They host the gathering of multifarious minds
Like a corroboree
Celebrating the glory of a killing
~
Urban shapes are not real ~
Planning is merely the spark
Of accidental circumstance ~
Shapes grow in chaotic profusion ~
Mini dreams
Of real estate moghuls
Elasticising
Molder and mayhem ~
The height of surreal
Optimism and decadence
~
Urban shapes are not unreal
They are gods of reality
Projecting
Pretence and pretext
As pseudo reality
~
For some
An aerial view
Of our cities is
Ugly ~
Is that a sign of an
Ugly future?
Or is there a beauty in
Urbanity
Not tabled in
Mausoleums
Yet
~
Cities are not a symbol of death ~
Urban shapes are not real
But they are not unreal either
~
Progress is not sadness ~
Virtual worlds are not real
But they are not unreal either
~
The planet
The future
Hangs
In perfect
Paradoxical
Oxy-
Moronic
Misruled
Balance
~


8 comments:

Granny Smith said...

This is really interesting take on the prompt. You have a way with words!

poefusion said...

Hey Gemma, this is really good. I think cities can be beautiful if they weren't misruled by the governments. I have to wonder where were all going to be 10/ 20 years from now if things don't change. Have a nice day.

paisley said...

the close on this is perfection.....

murat11 said...

I like the tensions: our futures hang in their balance: the "not real / But ...not unreal either"

anthonynorth said...

There is a surrealism to this that I like.
Excellent!

Medhini said...

Loved the poem.

Paradoxical
Oxy-
Moronic
Misruled
Balance

Wow!

little wing writer said...

always find cities fun to visit but soon long for the open quiet spaces... your thoughts excellent observations..

Tammie Lee said...

there is no such thing
as time
and yet
there is

well done

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