Our earthen goddess,
mother nature
carries a pot that's boiling hot
In it stews a beauty lost
while minds of complacency begin to rot
We'll eat and eat,
a gluttonous lot
Until all that's left
are ashes in the winds
of thought
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie PIF Pic Prompt; come see! by perfectsunset.
675 points, ended May 28, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow this was so deeply powerful, with imagery and meaning that leaves the reader thinking...
An excellent take on the prompt you have penned here and I enjoyed the rhyme as well
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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