- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I am California
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I
Map me gold with silver
rivers, and freckle me
with ancient timber,
black and green.
Lift my granite skyward
etched in black and white.
Kiss me yellow-green
with sunlight dappled forest floor.
Thrust my coastline jagged,
crashing surf of white and green
painted furious against cliffs serene,
as white-pillowed blue gently blankets me.
II
Rip my flesh and spill my blood.
Comb crops in rows
along my desert soils
made lush with stolen water.
Tie asphalt ribbons
to concrete cities
along my fault lines
or lying in my flood plains.
Pollute my purple snow capped
majesty, laid bare by axe and greed.
Rape me in my mineral beds.
Erase all memory of my beauty.
- COMMENTS
Sappholoversalmost 7 years agoBeautiful elegy to a paradise lost, with echoes of "Chinatown" in its damnation of rapacious greed.
duddle146about 17 years agoAs a long time Californian who's spent many happy hours swinging on the Golden Gate ~ I feel such empathy and sadness after reading this all too true rendering.
Anonymousover 19 years agoAm just hours away from traveling to Napa for wine tasting (and buying), but couldn't agree with your more on this. Especially one who is so in tune with the beauty of nature and the horrible destruction taking place.
Well done my dear friend. And I have missed hearing from you.
Thesandman
fawniealmost 20 years agoand they call this thing progress!
i share your love of nature!
very lovely even though sad!
xo,
Kundalinguinialmost 20 years agoTo make us feel the rape of Gaia, first you have to make us love her. You succeed at both.
tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago...and heartfelt. This world would be its own heaven if everyone were like you!
sandspikealmost 20 years agoTo be so versatile must at some point become mundane.
A heart felt poem that could cover any state in the USA.
