the only one in the world
is the world itself
there is no other like mother Earth
I know I'm unique
that genetically speaking I am
the only one in the world
just like me, but I am small
and what sustains me
is the world itself
we neglect her at our peril
there is no escape if we kill her
there is no other like mother Earth
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This poem was written in response to the "only one in the world" prompt at Poetic Asides. It also fits with the escape prompt at Big Tent Poetry.
As the month is coming to a close, I'm starting to think about which five poems I'm going to submit to Robert at Poetic Asides as my top five for the month, so I've been focusing on those prompts more over the past few days.
Shameless plug: If you want to read the other three poems I posted today, you'll find them here: Message in a Bottle, falling poem, and a little trifle called Second Thoughts.
True - there is no other...
ReplyDeleteAnd we'll likely destroy her, or at least render her inhabitable...
ReplyDelete**sigh** It's interesting to consider the perspective of "the only one in the world" against humanity as a whole. As a whole we tend to be destructive and self-serving--at least with regards to our mother.
~Brenda
Stan, thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteBrenda, yes, as a whole, we are remarkably short-sighted and self-serving. Thank you for your thoughtful comments.