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"Turtle Effect"
by George Hoerneracross the sand
heading for home
in the sea of life
consider please
how they affect
our daily life
the rhythmic
thumping as hundreds
of scurrying newborns
establish a pattern
which skews
the reflective
nature of moonlight
in a minute manner
that disturbs
the mental rhythm
of whilergee
searching for food
the disruption
of this scavenger
with its super
mental machinations
caused the current
global energy crisis
forcing the world
money markets
to become disembodied
from reality along
with all other forms
of human thought
years from now
when historians
ask what happened
they will think
back to those
newborn turtles
scampering to
their home in the sea
11/04/2008
Author's Note: The whilergee is one of those sea creatures mentioned in early times. It was only know by one person who was attacked in the year 30,000 bc. It is understood that many others were killed and eaten. The survival of this person in not undersood. He died quickly after he washed ashore and the 'whilergee' has never actually been seen. YET!
Posted on 11/04/2008
Copyright © 2026 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/04/08 at 10:39 PM ...george, i love this play on my mind bouncing in and out of a playhouse you must be sharing w/ Baron Von Munchausen...a great presentation in blocking...for real, had a cadence and therefore real reader-friendly. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/05/08 at 12:06 AM hehehehehe - very fun, and it's good to know the cause of all our present consternation!!! Ha! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 11/05/08 at 10:56 PM I thoroughly enjoyed reading this one and seeing the visuals in my mind's eye.. alisa ;-) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/27/08 at 01:48 PM George, your expression is as fertile as a turtle, so much so it is the envy of all hares. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/26/09 at 06:17 PM You turn me in the surf of these rolling lines, make me wonder if MY species is worth saving. Do you ever wonder that? I guess I don't really, but your poem poses doubts. Then I think of the poet who wrote this and that gives me hope for my particular species and others inhabiting this tattered blue orb. Thanks, George. |
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