Human corruption.

The Seasons arn't changing.

I love winter with her beautiful snow, that flittering dust.

The fresh sparkling air,

It’s her duty to wipe anew and cleanse the slate for spring.

And yet we all look upon her with blind eyes,

Unable- no unwilling to see her for her true beauty,

We ravage her kingdom with plows, and pollution,

I hate how we destroy her beauty,

But I guess not even the seasons can withstand,

Our human corruption.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

I like the juxtaposition of the words "snow", and "dust" in the first line. It is rather unusual, hence it's perfect. To have the cold, smooth, wet snow compared to the coarse, dry dust, is a powerful image. Are we removing snow the same way we are removing the emotions from ourselves, creating the ultimate void, the ultimate human corruption? In just a few lines, you evoke so much... Well done!

[AWickedMoon]

Thank you for such an awesome review! I actually just edited it adding a few more lines if you care to look.

[poetickeys]

I liked the little twist on the end! Damn humans lol

[AWickedMoon]

Thank you :)

[Trigorin]

Nice piece, but it feels like it's much too short. The ending is a little lackluster and the stopping point you've chosen just seems very, very abrupt, which is a bit of a shame because you could definitely do some nice things with this topic. Your writing is clear and easy to understand, I just think the poem would be more evocative if you'd taken more time to flesh it out.

[AWickedMoon]

Thank you for the review, I honestly just whipped it up quickly and was wanting to add more to it. I have added a bit more if you care to look. :)

[Darkening Shadow]

This is good. Great Poem! Is this the one Tiny Army inspired?

[AWickedMoon]

Sure is ;)

[Darkening Shadow]

Cool. I inspired a poem! =D