Draining Beauty

Prelude to "A Droughts End"

 

The day's humidity

Is pulled from the colors

Except those rooted deep

Even so, they lie limp

In a depressive state

 

A heavenly spittle

Steams off the land

Lingers a bit and

Dissipates like a spirit

Trying not to be seen

 

Cries of disappointment

From the birds as they

Settle back in the arms

Of the despondent trees

 

The air smells of rot

‘Til the sun burns it away

And all that is left is the scent

Of scorching concrete

 

And with the last

Of the color

Drained from the stems

Just as their brittle blooms

 

We dare ask,

“Why?”

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Interesting poem. Enjoyed reading.

[Patricia]

Thank you Aruhdass for reading and commenting. :)

[light and ashes]

We dare ask, Why?
Indeed, we do...but most likely we all know,
and most likely we are all responsible.

[Patricia]

thank you kindly and yes, we all are! thanks for reading and commenting and I will surely return the favor a soon as possible.

[William Michael Reeves]

Lamenting global warming are you? Sometimes feels like everything is burned away, except the concrete which just absorbs more heat. Too bad we can't just build a big space umbrella to keep us in the shade. I think someone is working on it. We may ask why even though we know the answer.

[Patricia]

Oh my gosh! Don't get me started on the topic cuz it is my pet peve. Ecology, global warming, people who ignore it.....we are past the tipping point and we are over the precipice and people just don't see it. So into our own little bubbles cuz we think we can't change anything,,,,ugh! I can't scream any louder! I am counting on the youth cuz I am getting too old.

[William Michael Reeves]

Not too many people ignoring it anymore. It's in our face. But a lot of people are working on it. I think electric cars are going to help but the idea of all the countries coming together and doing what needs to be done seems impossible. At this point all we can do is prepare for the inevitable ... sea rise, storms, heat domes and fires. Scary!! I'll have a couple poems coming up on the subject when I start posting. Watch for them.

[Patricia]

I look forward to them as I am voiced out on the topic. we do our best as writers and members of our communities but people really don't see it, they are stone cold blind thinking the end will not happen in our lifetime but give no thought to our children and their children. My children won't have children because they see it coming so they are too afraid to have kids. I have two kids that refuse to add to the population and try to change the future but they feel so alone in the cause. breaks my heart

[Chris Shaw]

Humidity can drain the energy from us. We often have humid weather in the uk summer time. Sounds as though your weather across the pond is playing havoc with the plant life too. We have had so much rain here. Dear Pat, lovely to find a post from you. Hope you are keeping well.

Chris

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly Chris. I am well, thank you, and glad to see you and hope you are well. Hugs!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

excellent metaphor here..humidity is so oppressive, like something weighing on our mind...

something that makes us sweat and lose energy.
j.

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly j.

[Betty Hermelee]

HI!!! I didn't know you were back, so glad to see you!! I love this poem because it perfectly fits the weather pattern we are experiencing now....damp and dreary....everything form trees to birds to humans are feeling
lethargy, listless, drained, as is nature...especially the "despondent trees" and "steam off the land" I can relate, maybe luckier than other because i am at 2500 feet; still and ll, its sultry....
Lovely images you've created dear P
Warmly, B.

[Patricia]

Hello B! Nice to see you again. Thanks for visiting and commenting. Difficult for me to post and respond in a timely manner as I get little time to do so. But I will be back

[Betty Hermelee]

YAY!!! so happy about that!
Hugs, B

[Lorry]

Well firstly, I admit I did go back to reread a droughts end, despite this being a prequel and although it makes sense on its own, it makes way more sense when both are read together.
This is an excellent write of the experience of life, which I was going to call a life experience until I realised it sounded like a soundbite from an interview.
Before pleasure comes pain and not every day is drawn as a hallmark card is the feel I get from this piece, and even the most chirpy of chappies (or chapessies), which must be a word because spellchecker didn't correct it... Or I may have used it before, but anyway, back to the plot... Now, what page of the plot was I on? 😊
Oh yes, I'll have a mochafrappelattecino and an overpriced slice of rocky Road yummyness please.... Oh wait, that is so the wrong script...
Ah, here we are!.. .
This is like what reality is like behind the fake book flaky fakeness of only posting pics of happy shiny new things and living for likes that don't matter to anyone other than people that don't care their fake life is actually faked, which means they are only lying to themselves and should pry themselves away from their screens immediately and go try something zany like REAL LIFE ™ (PATENT PENDING)
It's not an app, or even a new idea, but it does contain likes, but they are not electronic and once you get the hang of it, your face stops hurting from all the practice smiles 😊
I'm sure I've veered off the point many times by now, but I did enjoy this very much and if you see that waitress pass, could you ask her where my cake is! 😊

[Patricia]

Thank you Lorry! Always a pleasure to read your comments ;)