Springtime Spectre

Are we ignoring the small things around us?

A warm breeze,

Sweeping across the continents,

Sprinkling vigour and glee,

Soldering pipes of relations with contentment.

 

Leaves swirl, birds stir,

The azure sky radiating ardency.

On the zenith gather opal clouds to blur,

To blur and dampen clarity.

 

A withered man,

Bony are his cheeks and frame,

Leans against the lee of a stout palm,

Waiting for aid that never came.

 

People come, people go,

Channelling not indignation but nonchalance,

Towards the man in putrid glow,

Who slowly dissipates into oblivion.

Author's Note

Yay I'm back again, hopefully I haven't lost my edge~~~~

Reviews

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A great question to start with and such a wonderful observation of what's happening all around us. I believe in many cases we are missing out on the small things, or, at the very least, choosing to spend our time on things that won't really matter the closer we get to the end of our lives... we have become so 'busy' with staying 'connected' that we spend far too much time with our heads down, thus missing all the true splendour in the world...and, in doing so, we also miss opportunities to help our fellow human beings (like the withered man) and the world in general...well-done

[imagwriteine]

Thanks FT Ledrew, that's exactly what was in my mind when I wrote it haha.

[Daisy]

wonderful concept...... such lonely feeling this poem gives... :'( makes you cry... this isthe reality of our society..... so cruel but so true

[imagwriteine]

Yep that's actually very sad.......... thanks for being a constant reader Daisy :)

[Daisy]

u r welcom!!!