After I studied my mother and my grandfather’s poetry for several years I’ve thought about writing poetry. I will never consider myself a poet though, as there is something deep and intangible that it implies, that I know I do not have. I think though that I can marry it to my painting and there it will live in a new and unusual way.
Inspiration came to me last week and this poem is the result!
Our Legacy to Earth
Things don’t disappear all at once
It is gradual
At first the birds are gone
Then the cars
Then only the slamming of a door
Then you are gone
You left us, our Pale Blue Marble
Or, did we leave you?
© Belinda Chlouber 2015