Fragile Earth

Poem I wrote for a friend. Give me a topic, I give you a poem.


A man used to toil in the clean fields,
Using whatever he grew for his meals.
Perhaps this never completed cycle,
Would never have begun without denial.

Denial that we should never stop the search,
Never to stay while mysteries still lurk.
Better, faster, a life made easier,
Our forefathers wanted work to be levered.

While these dangerous advancements came,
The Earth itself was never lame.
It bounded back fast and strong,
Destruction unforeseen in the quiet song.

Moving plates of the Earth’s crust,
Causing fault lines as they must.
Earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes,
Men soon wanted to over reign.

Geology tore the Earth apart,
While men thought that it was a delicate start.
The Earth waded too far into revenge,
The bitter boiled to long to amend.

Now fate has rounded the wavy bend,
Soon lives will be lost like salt in sand.
Which one is against the other now?
Nature against human in sworn vow?

Loses seen from both sides,
Have we broken law we must abide?
Nature while destructing us,
Has lost its own in dangerous lust.

Who started this tirade?
That from each we start to raid.
Nature first gave us Life and abode,
But we found it lacking in bounty load.

We tapped and sapped from its source,
Till all is almost thought to be lost.
But was it Nature who started the hate?
By giving too little till too late?

Still, once done can not be undone,
As sure as the setting of the sun.
Fragile and weak we are now the enemy,
However we wish not, you and me.

Zephyr Tan a.k.a Annabel Tan

Daughter of the Past, Mother of the Future

The missing link is now us youngsters. We are the daughters of the past (or sons) and want but can't really the mothers (or fathers) of the future yet. Still chunks of textbooks to learn and apply. Bother the subjects we aren't going to use. If you know where you're headed, that's enough of a plea to me. Unless your government has rules governing that you won't get to a Junior College that way.

Now I have to live in a crisis because I can't take in most information I am getting from certain subjects, soon I think I'm going to really live in heaven and hell within 24 hours. With the nagging sermon I received today. The passion of Jesus Christ. I know Easter is a long way but seriously, if the sermon on Easter Sunday was as emotional, you are going to get crying and fainting people. That pastor really puts soul into his sermons.

Then on Saturday I read a 2000 July issue of the National Geographic Magazine at a cafe and the references to the bible and the Earth's moving crust and our utter vulnerable selves is amazing.

Better go, I have to finish research on dams. Tell you more a century from now.

Chinese new year's round the corner and soon I'll have some money to deposit into the bank. Talking about deposits and banks, i need to write a report on the Singapore River. Deposits more sediments at the outer bank or named... should be concave bank.

The festive mood is intoxicating and I just want to snack on goodies all day and forget all about homework, which includes a chinese essay, research on dams and that report. Groan...If only I wasn't so fat. I need to watch what goes in even though I care more for the taste. Pineapple tarts and sweets to behold at every house. Not to mention fizzy drinks if I cared for a glass. People practically force you to drink it. Though it is really fun.

Laugh out loud. Let me talk about art now. The knitting I am trying now is really difficult. Writing is easier.

Just a little poem I wrote, hope all of you like it. Been to busy lately, I might blog when this whole mess is over.


Spring’s Calling

Awaken Dryads, Awaken Nymphs,
Dance forth lithe and light.
The frost and sprites and imps of snow.
Are now filled with dreadful woe.

See now, look, far to your east,
They flee and fly leaving none the least.
Spread out your branches, your leaves, your roots,
Torrent the waters and call forth the rain.

Awaken Spring, Awaken Souls,
For those who resist will be destroyed a hundredfold.
See the rain, feel the warmth,
Let us celebrate in a dreadful romp.

Spring forth the blades of fresh green grass,
Collect dewdrops and drive off frost.
Awaken the squirrels, who think all is lost,
Preen in the sunshine, show off your beauty.

Awaken Dryads, Awaken Nymphs,
Sing for trout and birds and bees.
Awaken them from their private lairs,
Let them begin their lives afresh.

Hush down Dryads, Hush down Nymphs,
Humans await fast and fleet.
Never show yourself amiss,
For Spring breeds love and friendships,
Never fall for that fateful kiss.