It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is . . . THE MOON.
Join Delores, MotherOwl, Mimi, and me as we contemplate this heavenly marvel and pen our thoughts. The fiftieth anniversary of the moon landing has just been celebrated, so it seems like a good time to think about our closest celestial neighbour.
If you have a poem to offer, you may leave it in the comments or post on your own blog. If you do the latter, please let us know in the comments how to find you so we can come along and applaud. Use the topic, or not -- the object is to have fun and exercise our brain cells :)
First, to set the mood for my poem, and because he is my hero, I would like to present a somewhat relevant poem by the great Ogden Nash:
A Caution To Everybody
by Ogden Nash
Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk.
Consider man, who may well become extinct
Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.
If you think that sounds like rather faint praise for aviation, I think you're right. And I would take it one step further.
Although I found the moon landing fascinating, I do not approve! No, not at all. We cannot even take care of our home planet; what makes anyone believe that we will take care of any other body in space?
In fact, it has been estimated that mankind has, for various reasons, left 187,400 kilograms (413,100 lb) of material on the moon, including ninety-six bags of human waste. You can read more about it here (total materials) and here (poop), if you have the stomach for it.
I'm shaking my head here. I'm shaking it so vigorously I bet you can feel the vibrations all the way to wherever you are, can't you?
It's not that I don't believe in science. I believe in science like anything, people. I just think we should first be doing science that repairs and advances what we have here on Earth before we start sprinting off to other places in space.
And it's not that I don't appreciate the mysteries of the universe, either. I appreciate them like nobody's business. My favourite time of day is dusk, when the curtain opens on the stars and the moon, and the vastness of all that lies beyond our planet starts to reveal itself. It leaves me in awe every single time, and sometimes in tears of wonder.
But our planet does the same. And shouldn't it? How can so many be so casual about the damage we've inflicted on our precious home?
Questions, people. I got 'em.
And a poem. I got that, too.
The Moon Was Just The Beginning . . .
What have we done to our marvellous Earth?
We've starved it and scourged it and plundered its worth
We're killing the beasts of the land and the sea
And killing each other for power and money
The lessons are clear for the souls who dare look
But lost on the ones with no conscience to brook
And now we are focused on living on Mars . . . . . . . .
Shouldn't we fix first the planet that's ours?
Yeah, yeah, I know - my poem wasn't really about the moon after all, was it? Even though I tried to cheat by putting "moon" in the title. But as the instructions up above say, use the topic or not, and I chose to use it as a stepping stone to what I found most important in my heart when I sat down to write.
Thank you, as always, for reading.
I hope you have a week full of wonder and awe, filled with natural beauty and quiet happiness.
Next week's topic is ........... THUNDER AND LIGHTNING AND RAIN .... OH MY!