Despondent
Despondent
Crushed once more
as flotsam and jetsam
used and re used
as a kitchen cloth
generosity freely given
abused with a wince
a discarded wine bottle
no longer of value
recycled humanity
bereft of self respect
no respect for others
a forest fire rages
scorched earth remains
but nature does renew
pain and recovery
restored by the dew
as with the seasons
oft despondent
in winter´s frost
resurrection comes
with summer´s blast
<Deleted User> (13762)
Mon 31st Jul 2017 21:48
a fine poem Keith with lots of interwoven imagery. Thanks for posting, Colin.