I am a vast map: nerves, neurons muscles, cells humming with improper contrivance my shipping routes shimmer with pumped poison; destinations crumble, breaking free of shore I sift downwards a glacier shucking pieces in sudden wailing acknowledgement of ecosystems derailed
shared with Earthweal Open Weekend #74
Out of the Cave 
wow…. stunning.
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Thanks!
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I had to read this a few times. This was truly captivating. Especially from the second stanza to the end. Great job! I’ll follow you and look forward to reading more!
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Many thanks!! 😊
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of course!
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Well said. Well crafted. Unfortunately.
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Yeah. It’s not a happy poem.
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wonderful metaphors to describe a planet in pain —
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Thanks, John
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Powerful analogy, and now I can imagine the torture. Thanks for sharing this.
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Thanks. I was wondering if I should change the title to cancer or climate?
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I am awed at how well you managed to describe this from at artistic point of view, let alone the fact that you are actually living through this.
❤
David
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Thank you, David. That is a truly lovely comment. 😊
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That chemo is not as powerful as this poem, and I love the map analogy.
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Thanks. So glad it works. I do feel a bit wrong comparing chemo to climate change because, unpleasant as it is, it’s part of the cure.
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Well it works and sometimes that is all that matters.😊
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Wow! Your comparison of the damage (to you and your cancer) that Chemo wreaks with the ongoing damage to the Earth is apt, and so brilliantly written. Well done — and all my best wishes for your treatment.
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Thanks so much!! I am glad it worked for you.
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Your metaphor is painfully apt……….I think humans are the cancer that has poisoned our planet. Hoping we can manage to get it right, but not holding my breath.
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I couldn’t agree more!
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Wow – what a poem. There is a connection between the illnesses in our bodies and the cancerous growth of ‘progress’ across the planet. I am sorry to learn of your own cancer. I hope your treatment is effective.
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Many thanks, Suzanne. I think I am on a good pathway. Hopefully the planet is too. 🤞🤞
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Searingly fine. The heart’s way to the world is the body, and a body shrieking from the “improper contrivance” of chemotherapy is like a world overheated from improper human conveyance. It so make the global damage apparent to the heart. So sorry for your body and the world’s. – Brendan
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A powerful response… thank you. Most deeply.
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Such an intricate weaving of your own experience with what the world as a whole is experiencing. This is breathtakingly sensitive. I hope you are feeling ok and coping with the chemo x
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Thanks Ingrid. 💕💕
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A strong and beautiful write. There is medicine in this for all of us.
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Thank you Lindi 💕💕
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As a poem, it’s a wonderfully sharp critique and the painful metaphor works so well. But I also feel for you living through this. Best wishes for a speedy recovery!
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Many thanks. Every day is a step closer to the end of treatment, I guess. Although, of course, I suppose I will be monitored for the rest of my life. Like a bird with a tracking device. 🙂. I am on the map!
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