With Grave Irony

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The old ways disintegrate like waves in a lost break.

When sand is shipped in

and the coral is swept away.

The floral air

once fragrant and clear

now hangs like  a vog in the atmosphere.

Acid rains from dark clouds

sewerage stains in Ala Wai ripples

luminescent abstracts from street lamps

replaces the moon whose stamps

once brilliantly rested on an ink-black surface.

Now in the rush of heavy traffic

that moves without purpose

always crowding its way into the picture

of nature

castaway in a film-clipped motion

to the currents of a discarded pool.

Father time is a deaf mute

and silence settles no score.

Voices were drowned out

and struggle settled like silt on the ocean floor.

You can hear them at times in the blowhole moaning

as if mourning their passing.

Their muffled cries still trapped in the land,

in the gasp of wind

through shattered palace windows

or on the tide-battered rock wall,

who takes down their cryptic scrawl?

Where the waves crawl

and antiquity collapses into the sea,

note with grave irony,

that which was once so powerful,

still disperses easily.

A pre-statehood Hawaii,

soon to disintegrate into waves of outsiders,

invasive seeds

strangling what was once pristine,

replacing with industry and enterprise

with highways and highrise

greed in its civilized disguise,

native land in a tourniquet tied

in high wires and eyesore telephone towers

that stand out like tumors on the sacred peaks.

There’s plenty of reception

to pose the question,

Does progress hear through the static and speak

of all that cannot be replaced?

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4 thoughts on “With Grave Irony

  1. nicktakis2012 says:

    Dom, This Is a great poem, powerful and sad at what man has done to the natural world.. Can you imagine how Hawaii looked long ago before industrialization , high rises, etc.. It will be the same in Ireland most likely.. Let’s keep trying to find the untouched places .. I like how you had the natural picture and then the Waikiki beach picture at the end for contrast. Civilized, but greedy… Also explosive population has affected the landscape.. Take us back to the simple days.. Anytime we can feel it , does us well.

    I would imagine this poem would be something many in Hawaii would like to hear. Is there a venue you could read it or submit to a Hawaiian magazine .. . . . Thanks for sharing, Love,mom

    Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 20:48:08 +0000 To: nicktakis@hotmail.com

    • domtakis says:

      Thanks Ma for your comment! I’m not too sure what prompted this poem? Usually I do not focus on this side of Hawaii as there is still so much beauty to behold but sometimes you cannot help but get fed up with all the traffic and “Development” that is such a heavy burden on the place.

  2. Chatty Owl says:

    Beautiful and sad..

    • domtakis says:

      Thank you. I was hoping that the sadness and sense of loss would come through. Putting it down here is my way of processing it but not necessarily coming to terms with it.

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