Wednesday, 26 December 2007

Adaptation and the Bird

Thousands of years evolution
to reach perfection -
form fit for purpose and place


until the poison
the warming
the looming shadow
of humankind.


for Totally Optional Prompts and all the penguins, vultures and other well adapted birds doomed to extinction by humankind's arrogance

17 comments:

solopoesie said...

Grazie di aver visitato il blog . Spero che verrai spesso a trovarmi
BUON ANNO ...LINA

paisley said...

i wonder when the evolution stopped... and why... just when we really need it....

Jo said...

I don't think it has stopped so much as we have lost perspective. This is very well put, Juliet.

selmainthecity said...

This is so sad. What we have done to so many species on earth is unforgivable. I cry about it sometimes.

Linda said...

I like how these few words capture a large problem! Well done!

gautami tripathy said...

You always hit the nail on the head!

Dick said...

The idea of that which is 'fit for purpose' being deprived of function is resonant & effective.

Janice Thomson said...

Gosh what an impact this leaves. And sad to say how very true. Excellent Juliet

Crafty Green Poet said...

solopoesie - prego e grazie! Buon Anno anche a te!

Paisley - just that thought strikes me so often...

Jo- we've certainly lost perspective!

Selma - I cry too sometimes...

Linda, gautami, dick, janice - thanks

Quiet Paths said...

We are part of it all and yet we still struggle as to how we fit in... thanks for these thoughts.

tumblewords said...

There is more awareness now - more action is necessary. This is a stark and truthful piece.

sister AE said...

ah - a poem about when perfection maybe isn't perfection any more. a sad but true thing. nice piece.

sister AE
at
Having Writ

Mike Mc said...

Makes a person wonder how we humans evolved into something that so doesn't fit that we have to 'fix' everything else.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Mike - you put that well!

Tumblewords - yes thankfully the awareness is increasing...

quietpaths - I think we've forgotten how to fit in

sister ae - thanks

Sandy Carlson said...

So true. These wonderful beings that can negotiate all the elements and are so strong yet light sure do suffer in our hands. There is a heron that lives on the lake nearby. Sometimes I see him when I walk. At times, I have gotten pretty close; othertimes, he is gone as soon as he senses my presence. I always feel deeply honored when he lets me near.

Mad Kane said...

Disturbing, and well done!
Mad Kane

my backyard said...

This poem made me feel sad