Earth Sounds

Poems about the significance on earth that we have lost.

Photo by Damien TUPINIER on Unsplash

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My Hive

the pollen has been cold
a feast the bees can't reach
their wings stir; disoriented homes
the forest bends their knees
giant roots strangle
a hippo falters
no comet skins the sky
I am that orphan; covered
in the rotting straw mattress, 
my home sucks the liquid earth

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Chirping

In this century of bash
we don't talk about crickets
most of their songs went extinct
We yell too loud
no need for music
no need for the urge to sing
without motivation; 
or monetization

The crickets leave
we don't deserve
innocent songs

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Gecko

The world ruptures your face 
The geckos scream before downfall 
Waging tails hook on the one-eye-sun 
A home precedents your fossilized smile 

The rock grains mimic your finger prints
crushed under your callused thumb
your destiny engraved behind my ear lobs
the clacking tongues clutch on the rain

Squinting at our opening mouths
the river curls its sweeping spine 
picks me up; hammer me down 
you fly among the nipped sun

My glorified anger digs a trench
Flooding your nose in a flash flood
I expect to drown you many time
The sun chipped at our failed proximity

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Dropped Lanterns

have caused a forest fire 
the fireflies rush to the folded horizon 

they gathered to see the lanterns, 
a great idea to communicate with gods, 
by humans; both of whom ignored
the insignificance of the light carriers

many centuries do not prove fireflies 
are good enough, to carry hope
to the insistent boredom
the lanterns did the job; mingle

Now every light is a false signal 
between live and not-live 

I wrote these poems after following COP28 for several days. The quiet sorrow arises in my ears.