2, 3s: A story of Spring
in
the midst of Spring
two
trees in a forest
one
in flowering bloom
the
other one dying in gloom
the
flowering tree
all
in green
laid
a shade
to
the grass at her feet
and
the tired passers by
birds,
lizards and critters
used
her branches as shelter
her
life was as pleasant and lovely
as
the morning’s refreshing moist dew
the
tree that was dying
her
colour was dull
no
foliage to show
her
leaves lay below
the
branches in sorrow
are
covered with moss
roots
no longer bring nutrients
no
shade under her
no
place for the weary
to
hide from the sun
some
trees die of thirst
others
thrive in the draught
some
succeed just with moisture
others
drown in the rain
the
dichotomy of life, once again
manifest
in the cycles of nature
one
dies, one survives
misplacements
of time
seasonal
whims
are
a mystery of nature
Epipelagia
in the epipelagic zone, the open
waters of the ocean
receive and welcome the life gift of sunlight
the
world ceased to be round
it
has become flat again
as
a square made of bricks
the
flows of the waters
a
memory of times past
lay
as stagnant reminder
of
times of sorrow and grief
crippled
are the cold hearts of men
senseless
abandon now rules on the earth
the
wealthy pray on the poor
supremacist
races are the norm of the land
reigning
with terror and fear
upon
the oppressed, the burdened, the frail
continents
once separated by oceans
are
now set apart by the hate
frontiers
are replaced with walls
human
race is divided again
language
and cultural barriers are rule
the
colour of skin, hair and habits
are
no longer obscured by the tolerance canons
Homo
sapiens sapiens is no longer one species
lenience,
acceptance are things of the past
the
waters of the vastness of oceans
have
absorbed the warmth
of
the absence of conscience
and
released it to the storms that avail
“global
warming” they call it
a
sign of destruction and chaos
disorder,
confusion, destruction
anarchy
aches, pandemonium
the
cycles that we can’t control
are
demeaning and haunting our will to survive
the
oceans have turned against us
in
revenge for our lack of concern
the
lands are devoured by the tides
life
on the earth will return to the currents
all
frontiers dissolve
divisions
will cease
at
humanity’s ending
all
hope will return
to
the epipelagic zone of the seas
Spheres
- the Universe is composed of spheres
in
the physical realm
the
atmosphere
ionosphere
stratosphere
hydrosphere
lithosphere
magnetosphere
in
the biosphere
living
things strive to survive
filling
their niches
searching
for shelter
food
and companionship
the
humanosphere
has
turned its world into voids
a
numerosphere of enormous proportions
better
described as synthetosphere
chemical
bonds by the numbers
genetic
modifications
of
the currency matter
forgotten
are the sensorysphere
the
sentimentsphere and the culturisphere
the
literaturesphere
went
with the poetosphere
into
oblivion
end
of times
end
of faith
end
of the hopingsphere
Héctor Chè Cruz-López
Héctor Chè Cruz-López was born and raised in
a fishing village in Vieques, a small island off the east coast of Puerto Rico.
Since early age, he demonstrated interest in studying the ocean and its
mysteries. As an adult, he enrolled and completed a doctorate in marine
sciences with a concentration in oceanography. In that capacity, he directs a
marine forensics research laboratory in Florida, USA, and is visiting scientist
in various marine research institutions in the Bahamas, the Caribbean and the
Gulf of Mexico. His poetry is profoundly influenced by the sea. Of his nine
published books, he dedicated his last two, Solstice of Solitude and Pelagos:
the chronicles of the open oceans, to exposing his knowledge and influence of
the oceans. He is currently working in another book about mermaids and
lighthouses.