Drifting, drifting, in my mind
through passing years; reversing
momentum, growing smaller;
dissolving into unbeing.
Unbuilding concrete and steel,
bricks and mortar. Tarmac
becomes fluid, hot; now cools.
Stones, no longer broken.
Coal re-interred, unmined,
reverting to wood.
Bulldozers unmanufactured.
Designers, architects, bricklayers
unborn.
Primordial ferns and grasses
compete with trees
of ancient forest for light,
and beyond...
Virgin land, unviolated.
Rolling hills, unflattened, unploughed...
A river, crystal clear,
unpoisoned.
This beautiful World
before we came.
If we could turn back time it would be great just imagine the species of birds, animals and plant life that would no longer be extinct :-).
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts exactly!
DeleteWouldn't it be great to observe a World in which there were no buildings, cars or excessive noise?
But then, of course we wouldn't be there to observe in the first place!
You paint it like a film run backwards, and that's very appealing. It reminds me, though, of when I did exactly that for a hall full of special needs - we'd had a film show and there was still some time to kill. They laughed like drains to see buses going backwards, but not a titter when an aircraft took off backwards. It made me wonder: if it were possible to run time backwards, would we be equally unpredictable in our reactions?
ReplyDeleteDo you know, I think we probably would.
DeleteIf we could reverse time, then I suppose everything would change to accomodate the backwards flow. We would probably change too, living alternative lives and having different perceptions.
You've set me thinking again, Dave!
Immeasurably wonderful! :)
ReplyDeleteLove.
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Hi I do, I do,
DeleteMany, many thanks. That is so appreciated.
Great to hear from you :)
So sad - that we should call ourselves human! Lovely post Ygraine:)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rose.
ReplyDeleteHere's hoping 'Human' comes to mean something more noble one day!!
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
ReplyDeleteAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour."
You've written it well.
Gnome, thank you so much!
ReplyDeleteHow I love that four line poem. It is so beautiful :)