Little Blue Marble

April 10, 2011
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Think of it as a
Little blue marble
Blown into being in a master glassblower’s shop
Quivering, warm breath still held inside it
Painted by white swirls of storms
Thumbprinted green, blue by God
Footprinted brown, black by man
Beautiful and scarred
Hanging in a fortunate dip in the black velvet box of our universe
Caught in suspension by lucky circumstance
Watching as we live on its surface
Proud and ashamed of our messy humanity
Because we played for keeps
Now we play like we didn’t
If you only had one
Little blue marble
Would you let it crack?
Would you give it back?

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Hobbit@Heart said...
Nov. 23, 2011 at 5:49 pm
This great.. Love the "black velvet box of our universe"
Catwoman said...
Jun. 14, 2011 at 9:00 am
The photo is beautiful!  It so fits this beautiful poem.   I love this writer.
cx3TIP said...
Jun. 10, 2011 at 1:14 pm
This is one of my favorite poems by you. Keep up the good work. :D
mollyboo said...
Jun. 2, 2011 at 5:59 pm
This is my favorite poem :) I <3 it!
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