The world, my dear, is dust to rain over and over and again. It is as true as it is sad that relief cannot be had unless some travail happens first. How can we quench unless we thirst?
Those times you go without a trace of raindrops on your upturned face give way to petrichor—they must as finally rain comes down to dust. Bountiful years follow the drought. It is the way the world’s planned out.
Grandparents tell their younger kin that drought is the result of sin or hurricanes our penance for those misdeeds the gods abhor. But this is all mistaken lore dispelled by whiffs of petrichor.
The prompt words for today were trace, kin, bountiful and petrichor ( the pleasant, distinctive smell frequently accompanying the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather in certain regions.)
Life metes out a gradual justice that we may not see. Not choreographed for one lifetime, not designed for you or me, but rather, for the planet or the universe. There’s no way to avoid it, circumvent it or rehearse. We’re a part of something larger even as we make mistakes as nature covers over the snafus mankind makes. Great men may be jaunty, swelled up with their great plan, but nature has more problems than looking after man. She has the heart of all within, seeing a scope broader than the needs of man or any other great marauder. There is just so much for any of us. When we grab for more, we can be pretty sure we may be headed out the door. What species will replace us, or how will we evolve if we don’t act quickly our problems to resolve? Even all technology is part of nature’s plan. Perhaps it’s written that robots will take the place of man. Micro chips for healing and mechanical hearts are only the beginning. They are only the starts. Species that overgraze domains bring about their endings. So it may be with us with all our diggings and our vendings. Machines poisoning our air and putting poisons on our shelves May only be the means of making more room for themselves!
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Ubiquitous networks of highways crisscross the face of Mother Earth–lines that age her fresh face. Pockmarks of potholes question their durability, whereas Earth lives on, in one form or another.
Dams crack and spill their water freshly across lake beds parched for centuries. Bones of dinosaurs peek out from eroded banks of clay. Plants spread from potholes in gouged pavement. Somewhere in the arctic ice, the past lies thawing, ready to be reborn.
Who knows but that the nightfall of mankind may be a new world’s morning?
I don’t know what I did this week. I seem to have collected prompts from a different week for each prompt site. Perhaps I’ve been at it too long and should retire. The prompt words I somehow collected were highway, durable, ubiquitous and morning. The form is for dVerse Poets haibun challenge.
Darn! I now find even the comments and Mr. Linky for dVerse are closed, even though they say they are open all week. I guess this just isn’t my day, or I am as cracked as the pavement above…..Here are the “wrong” links I used:
Too often generosity must suffer the pomposity of that rich soul who grants it to recompense those lucky few for all he gouged throughout his life— blind to their needs and lives of strife.
The library that bears his name should also bear the stain of shame. His reputation for charity indeed, had been a rarity for all the years he cheated workers, calling them deadbeats or shirkers.
When they asked for a living wage, their pleas were met by silent rage, beatings, dockings, firings, lock-outs and rehirings of other hungry men who stayed for meager wages that he paid.
The dedications will proclaim his noble acts and spread his fame, but the world will not take note, nor will the history books quote how his empire was slowly carved out of those masses who slowly starved
Inertia has two contradictory definitions–one for the young and one for the old.
Inertia for the young: The tendency of an object in motion to remain in motion.
For the old: The tendency of an object at rest to remain at rest.
What an all-inclusive word. A little something for everyone!
Thanks for the prompt, Fandango!!!
Fandango’s very first prompt word for us in his new prompt site is inertia. If you want to play along, go to this link for instructions, write your post and post it on the Mr Linky site you’ll find there. Simple.
Dark Against Light
The universe’s fine maquette is light on dark and dry on wet— her quietness and stillness set against the thrum of castanet. It is a sort of etiquette: opposite versus opposite. Victory gauged against regret. Sunrise followed by sunset. Every lottery and bet boundless riches as well as debt. It does no good to fuss and fret. This irony is all we get— nature one pure brightness set as backdrop to our silhouette.
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The prompt today is one of the prettiest words in the English language: silhouette.
Youth today want to abolish all the elegance and polish that has received such veneration from their parents’ generation. Jeans with rips and shirts with holes seem to be their fashion goals. What is ironic is the tags. They spend a fortune for these rags!
The prompt today is polish. Image taken from the internet.