The act of creation is the greatest art.
You must think of the whole as you create each part.
Things put in conflict must balance as well,
or what was once heaven can turn into hell.
Every yin has its yang as dusk has its dawn.
Every awakening gives way to night’s yawn.
But why peace must be broken by violence and war
is something that tests one’s faith at its core.
When the world is unbalanced by warfare’s grim sin,
It seems perhaps nature’s starting over again
to create a world less given to baking
recipes of destruction that will be our unmaking.
These nuclear toys require such careful tending,
or it’s become clear we’ll create our own ending.
And next time perhaps our creator will find
a recipe that doesn’t include mankind.
The prompt for day 19 of NaPoWriMo is to create a creation myth poem.

Appropriately grim, especially this week. I have reblogged it tomorrow. It deserved a round two run!
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Would that any of this did any good. Gotta keep trying, though.
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I love this. An important message.
“Every awakening gives way to night’s yawn.” is my favorite line.
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Thanks… what we are driven to for rhyme’s sake!!!
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powerful and profound, thank you
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Thanks, Kate.
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