The dove

A poem on the potential of mankind and how we screwed it up... dont worry there's still hope!

 

A white dove fluttered peacefully above its new household.

Home of a grand yellow bloom, t’was an oak tree

under the splendor of the new born spring.

In its abode of peace and green, the dove took pride.

A breeze caressed the abundance of branches

and sung with its winds a lullaby to the majestic temple

At ease was the dove.

 

     For picking such a perfect residence

          the bird considered itself wise.

Potential factory of shade,

home to man and animal alike,

bee and hummingbird’s banquet

source of pleasure for the eye.

The dove’s home could be, if it pleased, the keen pages of a schoolbook,

a girl’s favorite doll.

 

Yet interrupted from its reverie the dove found itself,

for the screeching of the lumberjack’s weapon

shattered the thought.

The tree was, in a matter of minutes, down,

seldom a feeble remainder of trunk.

The oak tree turned into a thousand wooden toy tanks

for little boys to play soldier.

 

Now the dove lacked a home, for it had been destroyed

to serve its ultimate purpose.

The bird searched high and low

for a nesting place

Until

another oak it spotted, many miles away

A long journey the dove would travel

to reach a home once more.

 

 

Reviews

[DaGirlNxtDoor]

i loved it very calming and nice imagery

[Tanya]

The imagery is pretty phenomanal. I was reading through the poem and really, each line gave me a new image, sending me to the jungle.
Good JOb.