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The Ever-Chill

Updated on December 11, 2013
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The Ever-Chill

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


I see the crisp clean air freeze my breath,

clouds wafting then dissipating in the chill of day,

and I look back in my memory, my distant life,

when the sun spurned the dark chill of inaction.

Now it is too late, darkness breeds contempt,

for nature bent on retaliation, the sun denied,

and we in pristine white,

walk within the glue of our own undoing,

the filth of decades of neglect,

buried beneath a kilometre of ice.

How wretched our race, struggling to survive,

and doing what we have always done,

hate, steal, contend, war, and turn that white to red,

all in the name of humanity,

reckless, immoral, disrespectful, self-justifying,

sleeping like babies,

our behaviour sanctified by such understanding Gods.

When the end came, there was no regret,

just the fight for survival, at any cost,

kill for food, water, shelter,

being one step ahead of the elements,

the harsh resolve of balance,

that we ourselves created,

in our lust and greed.

How beautiful this landscape,

cleansed to a purity misunderstood,

and like a sponge to all the blood spilt,

culling the herd,

the pendulum swinging to extremes,

and we still no wiser than before.

The reality never changes,

only the circumstance.


Future is ours to determine, but whatever that is, is a collective responsibility, and each of us contribute, one way or another.

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      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Glad you connected Jeb. As I said to Jamie, I try very hard not to be pessimistic, but it's hard when change just doesn't seem to come along. Thanks for dropping by.

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      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Jamie, I'm glad it touched you. I don't want to be a pessimist, but human beings have a lot to answer for. Take care

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      What a powerful poem. The truth in your last lines still echoes in my mind, even though I try to hold onto the notion of a changing reality. jamie

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      Jeb Stuart Bensing 4 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Wow! There are no words of mine which can express after reading this poem. The emotional thoughts that came from the heart have left a lingering feeling in my mind.