Global Warning
The moon was
Roughly
Blown off kilter
Like a silver white
Balloon
Torn free from a
Young child’s hand
Still clutching
Like
Some perfect sphere
Or silver florin
Floating
Slow but high
Across the skies
Elsewhere
A child
Is now crying huge
Pre-spring tears
Each hauled from a
Dew pit overflowing
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2020 08:28
- Comment from author about the poem: With special thanks to Orchidee for putting me straight regarding a spelling error...
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Meanwhile several million voices cried out as if in a silence of impotence for worldly leaders were counting cash.
some times ya just have to say it like it is don't ya.... we seem to see eye to eye on that universal fact D. A...… Neville
Warming (in title bar) or warning (title in text)? A fine write Neville.
Thanks Hawkeye... not only for checking in, but for checking my spelling too
Neville
An impressive title which drew me into its powerful body - versed with lots of stings this outcry for listening ears and a warning to read over again Nev - so into my favourite list.
thanks a zillion Fay and that's one helluva lot more than just a lot or a bundle n stuff my friend...
Neville
Wonderful intriguing write Neville.
Andy
thank you kindly Andy sir
Neville
how, regrettably - Poignant
these words read, dear Poet Supreme
'Elsewhere
A child
Is now crying huge
Pre-spring tears'
hundreds of children already, murdered
in Ukraine
such wanton, disregard for life...
if reposted
I'm sure many would relate
with how current
these words seem..
a Great write!
I am more than honoured that you should even consider back-peddling & stopping off here a while my friend .............................. and thank you dearly for it ..
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