Gaia’s Children


Some live among garbage
Others rule from a palace
Few manage contentment
Whatever their station

She gathers them all, every one
To her heart, her precious ones
And grieves for each lost one
Each teardrop a fresh ocean

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 20, 2012, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. I really like this. 🙂

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  2. You publish so much poetry I have a hard time keeping up – but I wish I did for each piece you write is marvelous! The first stanza is a great painting of the human condition, though I believe mother Earth would be quite glad to get rid of us. At least a billion or two.

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    • You are embarrassingly fulsome with your praise. 😳 Thank you so much. I am only happy to learn you gain some enjoyment from it. The human population has more than doubled since I first thought there were too many people for the good of the planet. And we have done so much more damage since then. 😦


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