A lonely Eye

Picturing a place after a storm

 

A lonely Eye

 

In the ruins of the wind,

I sit and contemplate existence.

The trees lie over,

similar to a mountain

made of cylinders. 

 

What was up now is down,

the birds look endlessly

for the nest

that use to house their young. 

 

The squirrel cries

 in the darkness  of day,

out of hunger

while searching for its

precious food.

 

All lost in a whisper of a moment.  

 

I think about what life

 has brought and what it

has taken away.  

 

I think about this desolate land,

for the people have disappeared

or do not know of this place. 

 

Awe sure enough, they will be here,

for the stream that supplies

fresh water has no path out.

 

But will they stay?

Reviews

[Vaishali..^_^]

this is very sad...!

[Jessica Fox]

Water is a fascinating concept and the Chinese believe it has mystical powers, water is always in a rush but always changing, it has the ability to carve mountains and to nourish the land. Good poem I also have a whole theory on mother nature and natural disasters but I'm gonna shut up now

[Wildecat]

This is very sad Ralphy, hope that we learn to take better care of Mother Earth, nice write.

[just is]

This is kind of sad really, well written and expressed.

[Wildfleour]

A very sad image, Ralphy.