When our Creator
gave us power to create,
what was the intent?
We are playing a
random game of chaos,
with no plan at all.
The mad scientists
concoct what they call progress –
Whose evolution?
Our human future
threatened by robotics, with
what repercussions?
Creativity
begs responsibility
to humanity –
How do we manage
an invention that could mean
our own extinction?
© Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com
Waterfall of stars,
ride the night, wisher’s delight!
A meteor trick.
This haiku was written specially for Rebecca Cunningham’s (Fake Flamenco) May 2023 poetry challenge.
Rebecca’s prompt:
This month we will write a haiku (5/7/5 syllables) using the phrase “Waterfall of Stars.” While reading a YA story recommended by our teen called The Barren Grounds by David A. Robertson, Rebecca came across this phrase and thought it was beautiful. Haikus don’t officially have titles, though if you prefer to save your syllables you may use it that way.
There were a few slants I considered for this, but I finally decided on the scientific one. What we call falling (or shooting) stars, are in fact not stars at all. They are really meteoroids.
More of the science here: What causes a falling star?
Superstition says that wishing upon a falling star will grant your wish. However, as the next article points out, your might best wish that your “falling star” doesn’t hit our planet.
It’s getting bigger,
it’s getting A LOT bigger…
RUN, IT’S HITTING US!
(Just a little bonus haiku for you.) Lol And more about our wishfulness here: Why do we wish upon stars?
This was fun, Rebecca. Thanks for the challenge. 🙂
© Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com
The golden leaves fall,
fearing not the decay of
a coming winter.
Death is essential
to the renewal of life –
All will spring again.
If each in nature
can feel this simple rhythm,
so can humans too.
Why do we resist?
Our fears overshadow the
truth of our being.
But the fall leaves know,
they show us that we too will
green the tree anew.
Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com
The willow weeps,
the pine trees moan,
all Nature’s feeling it,
deep to the bone.
Humans out of sync,
not hearing their hearts,
the soul of the Earth’s
being torn apart.
“Technology’s call
mesmerized them all,
and why can’t they see,
their hate is a wall?”
The mountains watch,
their strength eons old,
the oceans too have
seen centuries unfold.
They will endure, but
will humans be here?
“It seems they don’t care,
they don’t hold us dear.”
The eleventh hour
draws swiftly nigh,
trees watch us, crying,
“Will this be goodbye?”
Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com
When the day comes,
and come it will
if we don’t stop,
when we finally
stand together
much too late,
to view in horror
the destruction
we have wrought,
it was all for naught,
when all we had
to do was lay
down our arms
and demand that
our governments
stop warring too,
and decide once
and for all that
building is better
than tearing down,
then we’d begin
the upward spiral,
when will it start?
Maybe we have
not lost enough
yet to recognize
the stupidity, no…
the absolute
horror of it all.
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