By Audrey McHugh
Long Island Branch, New York
When a comet from the clouds
hurls a starfish to the sky;
when the earth gives up its matter
and the world goes rushing by,
Will the heavens be our lifeline,
another home to satisfy
our need to see it broken
and our woodlands occupied.
Will time on its cosmic flight
through space inhabit a wasted
presence of airy nothing
or celestial bodies sanctified,
Transformed one day to rise anew
a hopeful sun, more loving blue,
made once more for mortal men
an Eden beauty-bound again!
A lovely collage of imagery and hope!
Extraordinary Audrey! So thought provoking, beautiful and hopeful. Thank you for sharing.
How effectively you’ve pictured our shameful destruction of our planet, and the hopeful alternative we could choose! I’m with you all the way!
We all need a hopeful sun, and more loving blue!
Thank you, Audrey, for these beautiful words.
Beautiful! It’s very inspirational to an artist / painter like me
You open up many discussions especially in today’s uncomfortable world. But your poem is also a bit frightening if this is the way the world goes: its demise.