Cycle Of Life

Why, says the dove, do you crawl
about in the filthy soil,
Shielding yourself from the world,
when you can be in the wide wilderness-
enjoying the wonders of the planet,
The cool wind,
The turning waters,
The dancing trees,
Along with me?

The world, to me, answers the worm,
is unimportant-
Insignificant.
Miniscule compared to life.
Just as beauty, as your own,
is
to me.
A mere illusion that cannot change
essential factors that create a living object.
As much as I’d like to see that endless world of yours
I must object, for I’d rather stay safe,
Alone and at rest in
My filthy soil.

Outraged the dove responds,
Beauty is my life,
I
Am
Nothing without it.
You my friend, see it as insignificant
While I see glamour as the most crucial part of
Life.

Upon cooing the very
last
word,
The dove bends
down to swallow the worm.
Then, silently takes
Flight.

by Bernadeth Tolentino

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Comments (2)

As a scholar, Mr. Hepner, I would wonder why you are agnostic? In easy terms, what exactly do you believe, because I cannot figure it out. Thank you...Jeannie
I must get round to reading some Borges some time since, as you know, he writes Spanish. Cracking piece of poetry, Gersh. Masterly rhymes. Love, Gina.