There is no falsehood
to be found within a fire
-neither is there deceit
clutched in the beaks of eagles
One is too busy in its roar
The other, too focused on its soar
That is not murder in the eyes of the owl
as it targets its prey
-neither is it anger that causes the wind
to chase the clouds away
As for humans?
…sigh!….we’ll speak of them another day
© Vivian Zems
Smell The Coffee 
October 27, 2019 at 9:44 am
Somethings are best left to tomorrow – a lovely celebration of nature
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October 27, 2019 at 11:29 am
Thanks Jae😊
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October 27, 2019 at 11:25 am
I love the eagle focused on its soar.
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October 27, 2019 at 11:28 am
Thanks Sherry!
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October 27, 2019 at 1:20 pm
Modern Humans are indeed (sadly) outside (possibly even in opposition to) Nature. Well said.
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October 27, 2019 at 2:43 pm
Thanks Ron!
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October 27, 2019 at 1:32 pm
Sometimes one wonders about human beings…we definitely are not an exemplary species in WAY too many ways! Perhaps if we wait until ‘another day’ a decade or two in the future we will change. I live in hope.
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October 27, 2019 at 2:42 pm
I wouldn’t hold my breath- we’re too far gone ☹️
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October 27, 2019 at 2:10 pm
So true. I felt the California fires as I read. And I don’t know how some people can live with themselves.
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October 27, 2019 at 2:41 pm
So sad
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October 27, 2019 at 4:49 pm
We cannot speak of moral with beasts, which is why only humans make murder
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October 27, 2019 at 5:32 pm
So very true. I love those opening lines!
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October 27, 2019 at 8:09 pm
Thank you H!
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October 27, 2019 at 5:35 pm
This is spectacular Vivian!!!
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October 27, 2019 at 6:45 pm
Thanks Carrie!
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October 27, 2019 at 6:20 pm
I also love your poem Mother and the idea of flooding new seasons! Mightier is lovely like the butterfly and it’s beauty that needs no shield. So glad you joined us double fold at the Muse!
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October 27, 2019 at 6:43 pm
Phew! Glad I made it!
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October 27, 2019 at 7:02 pm
This is gorgeously rendered, Viv! ❤️ I love the image of the eagle focused upon soaring 😀
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October 27, 2019 at 8:43 pm
Thank you Sanaa!
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October 27, 2019 at 8:39 pm
A wry poem for a world of human thought that says if I do it, it must be my nature.
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October 27, 2019 at 8:43 pm
Absolutely!
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October 27, 2019 at 9:08 pm
*Sigh!* indeed. I love how this is so witty and serious at the same time.
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October 27, 2019 at 9:28 pm
Nature has it’s own way, but humans have planned agendas. Let save that for another day.
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October 27, 2019 at 11:13 pm
Sigh-indeed
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October 27, 2019 at 11:24 pm
And this is why only humans commit murder – never animals.
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October 27, 2019 at 11:31 pm
Exactly!
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October 28, 2019 at 12:07 am
Sadly that next poem is going to be much longer and may well in the category of horror!
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October 28, 2019 at 6:40 pm
It sure would!
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October 28, 2019 at 1:42 am
You make a compelling case … and have done so with impactful writing laced with impactful images. Love it!
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October 28, 2019 at 6:39 pm
Thanks Wendy!
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October 28, 2019 at 3:27 am
You described the juxtaposition of nature and humans well. Sometimes I think animals are more worthy than us.
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October 28, 2019 at 6:39 pm
They are!
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October 28, 2019 at 11:37 am
neither is it anger that causes the wind
to chase the clouds away – a lovely thought!
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October 28, 2019 at 11:49 am
Thanks Rajani!
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October 28, 2019 at 3:34 pm
Humans…well maybe we wont speak of them another day
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October 28, 2019 at 6:38 pm
😂
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