Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
~ W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming, 1919
Our planet spins faster
and I’m being pulled
off into outer space
But today it’s easier
to cling to the surface
with the daffodils
The Coriolis effect
isn’t knocking me
off my feet
Days and nights
rains and flowers
an egg sits upright
I fear the future
but have faith
the balanced Earth
Will survive our madness
(Apologies to my friends in the Southern Hemisphere for this very borealcentric poem.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
“have faith
the balanced Earth
Will survive our madness”
It will.
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We may not but the Earth will.
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It’s a mad, mad world, but you can never hold back spring, Bart …
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Very true, Ivor.
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I hope so as well! :)
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I’m not worried. The Earth is big and old and couldn’t care less about us.
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I disagree. We’re part of it, and it’s part of us. We may be a passing part, but – ‘All are one and one is all’ – Robert Plant.
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I don’t mourn the dandruff I pick from my fingernails.
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Well penned, Bart.
If we all turn to the left and howl, might it help?
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Turning to the left always helps. Thanks, DD!
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beautiful, Bart; I have bookmarked this —
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Thank you, John. I’m honored.
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it’s one of your best !
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A hopeful poem, Bart!💕 Hope I live to see the day we return to our senses!
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So do I. So do I… Thanks, Cheryl!
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I’m going to be picky picky picky …..the dandruff was part of you, played it’s part in your life, and, in my way of seeing LIFE – is still part of you. You don’t mourn it, but you are aware of it. And, for all you know, it might be aware of you, too. Old hippies never die, we just ramble on like this!
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For all we know, the Earth is aware of us and is looking for the shampoo.
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Hmmmm……sometimes I wonder if it’s found the shampoo and is using it.
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Earth will survive until it blows up from natural causes.
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Or evaporates away as the sun growing into a red giant.
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Or that…
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Beautiful. The earth will survive. Humans may not.
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For a better poem on the subject, see Sara Teasdale’s There Will Come Soft Rains.
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