SKY TEARS.

The tears of heaven drip on my window.

Why so sad sky?  Why so?

When you look down on the opal of earth

Laid out like a map far below



Oeans and forests, rivers and hills all

Pawned for fools gold you see,

And as you sorrow for our tomorrow

Your tears find an echo in me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

How sad to see this beautifully designed earth being ruined!

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Jean North's picture

very beautifully ;laid out... loved the imagery

Karyn Indursky's picture

Simply amazing. This poem captures your essence in so many ways and I'm absolutely fascinated. You're so insightful about the Earth, nature, people, life, living, It pours from your words until I feel it and breathe it like fresh air. It's beautiful and rare. Don't lose trace of who you are even when things seem foggy and bleak. God bless.

Michelle Hudson's picture

It is a sad affair the neglect and ravage our planet has fallen victim to. Man always seems to understand the circumstance much better when it has come down to the bitter end of do or die. Wishing peace and compassion for Mother Earth, so that man can carry on productivly.
You have done a fantastic job depicting this.
Michelle Hudson

arecreed's picture

woow this is a very pretty poem and so true i love the rain
its one of gods greatest gifes.and you have the gift of writeing keep it up:-)

Marlboro's picture

What a beautiful way to put it...enjoyed the poem very much.
~Gen~

Mark Green's picture

I also have empathy with this sentiment - what a powerful and evocative poem.

Melissa Rives's picture

Beautifully written. So sad when Mother Earth has to cry.

James Brown's picture

Wow! This is a very beautiful poem.
I also don't like seeing the Earth being bombed and raped. It makes me very sad :(

TREXPATTON's picture

Very nice work, Eunice. I especially like the description "Opal Earth". I'm no astronaut, but HAVE seen Terra from some height, & it IS an opal, especially at dawn.
You discovered that my "A Man May Dream" IS a cyclical poem; once you've read to the end of it, it could start all over again, from a beginning. Isn't that how dreams REALLY are?? Thanks for your critique. Rex.


"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !

onelilartist's picture

I love this poem! I agree with the sentiment and am especially impressed with the giant message in so few words.

Thanks,
Jessica

Melissa Rives's picture

This is beautifully spoken! Thank you for commenting on mine also!