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Monday, January 28, 2008

Sonnet XXVIII

The brightest man-made lamp cannot replicate
Bold sunlit days or gently moonlit nights.
The greatest painter cannot imitate
The arbitrary beauty of the clouds.

The brightest jewel, by humans modified
Proves worthless to the majesty of mounts.
Our best inventions simply are denied
The natural power of our planet’s laws.

Because we’re lost in human fantasies,
The outside world is boxed and pushed away.
On viewing nature now one can’t but see
The world through groggy holes of human sieves.

Destroy our downscaled, human hindrances,
Which dim our eyes to what the earth contains.

2 comments:

  1. That was beautiful and so true. You are a very good writer.

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  2. Thank you very much! I'm so glad to hear that. No one's ever really read my poems so normally I've never had input. But I really do believe current technology - even though it's great - cannot capture or even begin to rival the beauty of nature. Nature is truly beautiful and can't be copied or even described perfectly by us (even through my poem here!). I'm glad you agree with me too!

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!