Concrete Mess

The misguided shape,

of a mishap puddle.

Reflecting our world.

Reflecting our rubble.

The death of nature,

its grave surrounds us.

We use it as scripture,

the fake grass timeless.

Is it not beautiful,

that everything has an end.

Why do we pretend,

that all we do is we mend.

Is it too late?

Or has nature more time to lend?

Is is just fate?

That Human and Nature are not friend. 

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Wonderfully written as always. Perfect rhyming and a clear message. Thanks for sharing Kirk. :)

[Moonie]

Two suggestions for this otherwise beautiful poem.
#1 I think placing "grass" at the end of the line would suit the stanza better. Try "the timeless fake grass"
#2 Perhaps remove the "we" from "we mend", it would make the sentence sound stronger.


This is perhaps my favorite from all your poems. Indeed, a concrete mess that we have created around us.. Great poem! Well done! :)))))

[fattycbreezy52]

Aha...An all time favourite issue.Dealing with ecosystem!
Beautiful articulation of thoughts and man-nature relationship.
I hope it provides a lot more motivation to all those reading it like me
Keep writing:)

[~]

What a great poem on man vs. nature and the unfortunate debilitating prowess of human kind.
You are definitely back Kirk :D

[Captain Rilen]

Thank you :) The issue has been on my mind a lot lately. I have plenty more to upload (I filled out a book in my absence) and I'll be reading as much as I can.

[~]

Write away!! :D