The Poor Beasts of the Earth

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)



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It’s been cold in the house
And gloomy,
The hall lamp on
In mid-afternoon,
Everything
Dark and moody.


I dread putting on my parka
And walking the dog
But she is wise
And already has won me
With sad dark eyes
And quiet sighs.

So out we go into a gray world,
Sidewalks bare but fringed
With hard white grains of snow
And the ground frozen as concrete
Even along the creek path
Where the rabbit always bounds out
Before us, as if surprised,
But tomorrow, he’ll be back again
For the umpteenth reprise

And suddenly, I don’t care
About my comfort or warmth—
I’m concerned about him
And all the tiny creatures
Of the earth

How do they manage to survive
when the temperature's ten below,
When I can’t even bear to walk
A few miles without cursing the cold?

The poor beasts of the earth...
And some of them old.



© 2017, John J Geddes. All rights reserved



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"For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now."(source)

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Amen, my friend, the whole of creation is struggling, and we are called upon to be good stewards of the environment and care for the other creatures who share our planet.

Rabbits

© Shannon W.

Nobody knows the rabbit's nose,
the way it twitches,
the way it goes.

Nobody knows the rabbit's ears,
the way it listens,
the way it hears.

Nobody knows the rabbit's toes,
the way they hop the highs,
the way they bounce the lows.

I know the rabbit's eyes,
the way they look,
the way they despise.

And nobody knows how they survive.

Ah, such a beautiful poem and it is a mystery to me too - they don't run - they freeze, and it seems to work. Many times I've passed them only to look back and see them bound away :)

not fan of poetry, but liked the title.

ha ha,I'm glad

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touchy !!!
I wonder the same too and here you have put those worries in a great poem

i liked in this post because it s a great poetry

may be a question dear

Hi @johnjgeddes

I thought this was a great poem (upvoting and resteeming)

What stood out to me the most is your use of half rhyme, mostly the one in the second to last verse where you used the "o" sound to make below and cold sound nice. It flows nicely.

I write poetry also, if you find some time then check out some of my stuff. I'm still learning and am trying to get better @pltorres

that's very observant, my friend. Yes, the sound follows the sense

You are a Amazing poetry! Have a good night @johnjgeddes

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