Is noise pollution harmless? Find out by reading Below the Surface
It is a great honour for a poet to have their words enhanced by an inspired art-work or illustration. I was very moved when I started receiving the images that Amy has created for my Science Rhymes. But what about the other way round?
Australian Artist Sharon Davson (see www.davsonart.com) has a passion for the beauty of the world, the environment and humanity. She is often described as a personal globalist. As well as being an inspirational artist, Sharon advocates for many causes and charities. Celia has written over 80 poems in response to Sharon’s thought-provoking art works.
A series of books will eventually result from this collaboration. The first, titled “A Brush With Gratitude” is due for publication later this year.
This page contains a collection of those relevant to our understanding of the environment and the wonders of our world – from a Slightly Scientific perspective. I would like to thank Sharon for her generous permission to reproduce her interpretive images on this site. The poem The Beauty Of It All was published alongside Davson’s image of the painting Called Away in Macmillan English 7 in 2011.
Rocket science and space travel have allowed humans to see Earth from a distance. Subsequently, we began to comprehend its fragility and finite capacity.
The Beauty of it all by Celia Berrell
All we can touch, and all we see
began in cosmic history.
How long ago, came things to be?
Perhaps it was infinity.
All our surroundings hold in store
the clues to what has gone before.
A fascination long prevails
to understand time’s every tale.
Our tiny earth holds precious gifts
as through the universe it drifts.
With organisms varied, rife.
Are we alone in having life?
This special form of energy
enduring in its frailty,
bestows such beauty, all admired.
Intelligence is awe-inspired.
Our thirst for scientific knowledge has led to the success of the human race, but disorganised the fine-tuning of our planet.
Mother of Invention by Celia Berrell
is ceaseless of inquiring mind.
With science and technology,
the stopper’s out, dynamically!
From fire to furnaced energy;
from steam to electricity.
We modify genetically,
and glean the stars effectively.
We can’t slow down this gain in pace.
The fascination’s well in place.
Much to learn – with good intention,
drives this mother of invention.
A positive approach to environmental issues is often linked to happy experiences from when we were young.
Impropagation by Celia Berrell
A crack in the concrete
is all it takes
for a small seed to lodge
Its roots exude acid;
And so it has grown
where it wasn’t meant.
Ignored by pedestrians
with sunlight and water
it proudly grew.
And look at it now.
Majestic and high.
Being kissed and blessed
by a butterfly!
Sustainability is the key to our future quality of life.
Town And Country Air by Celia Berrell
It’s both town and country air
that we ultimately share.
So polluting one expect
to get a butterfly effect.
If the key to all our health
is to share in nature’s wealth
then we’d best invest a plan
to save our wildlife while we can.
Human beings won’t be able to survive on their own.
Peace By Piece by Celia Berrell
The world is getting smaller
and its breaking into bits.
Let’s put it back together.
Peace by piece
the puzzle fits.
Repairs can all be tended
by the tiniest of friends.
As working all together
peace by piece
the puzzle mends.
Every little bit helps. Tidying up the litter is a good way to start.
Is Anyone Listening by Celia Berrell
I stand on this platform
proclaiming my view
to a handful of mice
and possibly you.
My home’s getting hotter
and dryer each year.
Perhaps global warming
is finally here.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Find something fascinating and it will be beautiful.
The Garden Within by Celia Berrell
There is a garden
in my heart
where beauty grows
in fits and starts.
Where smiles are petals
from the flowers
bestowed by others
from their bowers.
reaps seeds to feed
for its every need.
I’ll reach my goal.
To touch the island
of my soul.
Should we be responsible for not preventing the things we could prevent?
Below The Surface by Celia Berrell
Noise pollution: cars, machines.
It’s not as harmless
as it seems.
The call of every little bird
won’t travel far
or can’t be heard.
Its song for some potential mate
is stifled by
the noise we make.
And so it either moves away
or has no fertile
eggs to lay.
The Emu pondered what to do
so songs of birds
could still get through.
Deciding that to drown our sound
the humans should
Environmental Education needs to reach us all.
Origins by Celia Berrell
My mind is like
the deepest sea
where thoughts can swim
and come to me.
The more I learn
the more I crave
to search beneath
its every wave.
can sing my dreams
puzzle out my schemes.
touch my innocence
and find my
Different life forms see the world in different ways from us. Can we ever know what they are feeling and thinking?
Hungry Spider by Celia Berrell
I’m just a red spider in charge of my web.
Suspended I swing in a gentle breeze.
My eyesight is poor, but I can see the light
that mottles the sun through the wafting trees.
My internal organs are shrinking inside.
My hunger is hollow from tail to head.
I’m waiting and waiting. A fly will come by
and catch on my finely-spun silken thread.
I hope it’s a fruit-fly. A tasty dessert
that’s flavoured with apples and orange peel.
My venom glands ache with the hope of release
to con-vert my prey to a liquid meal.
The sentiments portrayed at the beginning of each poem in this section were derived from Environmental Education for the Tropics by Dr Hilary Whitehouse, as set out in the James Cook University’s 4th year student-teacher internal website module.