Wastelands

Wastelands

A Poem by Brenda Woods

Your pollution turns to wastelands;
rubble piled in mountains,
smog shrouding you like a thick blanket.
You never realise until you choke how this is toxicity,
smothering your lungs and poisoning your blood,
draining life of colour and beauty until all that's left is
grey, empty
wastelands.

You can hold beauty in one palm,
crush it with the other.

Breathe in pure oxygen,
exhale and inhale again.
Watch, observe---
the greenery of this planet gives birth;
to the next breath you take,
to the precious, sweet sustaining of life,
succulent fruits and parchment that holds wisdom,
rustling leaves and melodious birdsong.

You can hold perfection in one palm,
crush it with the other.

You're a child ripping leaves from trees,
grown to find beauty in fire, destruction,
willing to tear down forests that sustain you.
Breathe in, breathe out;
every breath replaced, renewed,
rainforests destroyed, habitats stolen.
One day this planet won't be so green.
One day this planet won't hold so much beauty.

You can hold life in one palm,
crush it with the other.

And when the beauty starts to turn grey,
pollution piled up in wastelands,
when the precious air that we breathe isn't so sweet,
when trees choked and poisoned aren't so green;
perhaps then, we'll realise we are killing ourselves.

© 2015 Brenda Woods


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I love the concept here! Though the flow was disrupted in some places, it was well done overall! Keep up the great poems!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brenda Woods

9 Years Ago

Thank you! Must admit, I'm not overly happy with the flow in a few areas of this poem - it was a qui.. read more
Nikolean

9 Years Ago

You're welcome!
Vey nice concept and ideology

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brenda Woods

9 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Congratulations on attaining 3 in the contest with this one Brenda. Its fine writing with a message that has gone unheeded for too long. Kudos!


Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brenda Woods

9 Years Ago

Thanks! :)
Fantastic writing, I agree with this message firmly, Thanks for sharing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brenda Woods

9 Years Ago

Thank you very much!

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Added on January 25, 2015
Last Updated on January 25, 2015
Tags: wastelands, spoken word, environment, environmental

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Brenda Woods
Brenda Woods

Auckland, New Zealand



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19 year old costume student. I love costumes, cosplay, music and writing. Flute player since 2005, I also play piccolo, guitar and ukulele. Most of my writing tends to be poetry or lyrics/songwriting,.. more..

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