Thought of the day! May 31, 2016

Here is one question to answer or thought to ponder on.

We can pump gas and oil around the world, but can’t get water to the thirsty!

This is a simple question or even fact if you will. Where in the middle of dry or barren countries there is so little drinkable water. And to think that through those same countries oil and gas are being pumped. Is money so much more important than the life we can safe with a glass of water? Just Once… change the way we think.

Growing of Blue!

Painting: Mountain Dew Drop by Michelle Iglesias

Growing of Blue

So cute when you are little
made from morning dew
rolling down a green leaf
With a splash you fall
sparkling in morning sun

You are fun when growing
made from melted snow
or the warm falling rain
With splashes I smile
trampling you in wellies

When you are bigger
I find you with reed
and animals around you
Splashing up water
as they drink form you

Then you start moving
curving through the land
modelling like strong entity
meeting with splashes
back in to greatness you began.

Foaming and shinng
you show your dangers
in the sight of the sun
unable to get dried out
when you are with many

And there lies my fear
for I know your strength
as you go beyond the banks
Splash with a large wave
away the lives that you fed

The Love and Hate relationship with water Part 3.

©Ranting Crow2013

The third poem written on that one day, that just got scribbled on a piece of paper.
Hope you enjoyed this, yet another, simple poem. I still had it lying around and now sharing.

You will find “The Love and Hate relationship with water Part 1.” called ‘Tough Liquid’  here. Link will open in new tab or window.
You will find “The Love and Hate relationship with water Part 2.” called ‘Your Shades of Blue’  here. Link will open in new tab or window.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow

Your Shades of Blue

Your Shades of Blue

Drifting through the darkness
watching bubbling lights
A pale blue wavering white
blend together within my sights

Turning in this cold embrace
unable to see my hand in front
silly faces, black shiny eyes
when from the depths confront

Not same in azure surrounding
with cities in rock and waving
strange bird flying wiggling
without wings in line behaving

The flocks are racing scatter fast
when seen shadows deep below
Same creatures exist also here
like spears thrown by hunting pro

The waters below so magical
Worlds of haunted misty black
to coral building coloured bright
Me here no more than a tiny speck

Swept of my feet
in love or hate by you
Swallowed into your embrace.

The Love and Hate relationship with water Part 2.

©Ranting Crow 2013

A second poem written on that same day, that just got scribbled on a piece of paper.
Hope you enjoyed this, yet another, simple poem.

You will find “The Love and Hate relationship with water Part 1.” called ‘Tough Liquid’  here. Link will open in new tab or window.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow