Every Drop

AuburnScribbler

A dry glass now, gathers dust,

erasing any hope or trust,

as the element that does bring life,

does not appear to be so ripe,

 

the metallic taste, invokes in thee,

even though, there is a rise in fee,

for you can’t discern from pan or bin,

thus, like the lot, you repay the sin,

 

throw currency, at rotten batch,

become distracted by Royal Match,

care not for us, care not for streams,

just keep fuelling dubious teams,

 

in ambiguous prayer, we say,

“do we want or need a brighter day?”

For habit is crutch, and crutch is heart,

human and erring can’t be apart,

 

but on riverbed, a whimper scars,

through every drop in reservoirs,

that reek of our big mistake:

keep on working, without a break,

 

but then nature comes, with it storm,

then we quake, when it performs,

destroys the surplus, refills the need,

after drying off, we should take heed,

 

ancient things, should not be merch,

our relentless coin, does besmirch,

in an overwhelming, grey hell mall,

where our spirits, become so small,

 

every drop, is a precious thing,

only a waterfall can truly sing,

but only if monkey grants it so,

can we return to steadfast flow.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2023 10:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Not even the water is safe in the UK anymore! Recently, (or there has been; bubbling up for a fair bit), a water and sewage crisis in the UK. It's partly the people's fault, as they do not know how to use a simply sink or lavatory pan, when it comes to dispensing certain waste. However on the other hand, when it comes to maintenance, the powers that be, are incredibly heavy handed, which have lead to water pipes bursting on a regular basis. This means in order to combat these errors, fees are going up, but, when it comes to the daily routine of practice, common sense and decency in mankind, yet again dwindles. Here is a "rantic" poem entitled "Every Drop", again written in a hopeful tone, wishing for a change for the better. The accompanying banner picture is apt, as it's a sunset by the sea, which in the case of this poem, could foreshadow a grave reality, as we could herald the sunset of our water supply, if we continue to choose to be so clumsy. I hope that you enjoy the poem, let's protect our water, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • Michaelpoet

    Beautiful piece of writing

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read Michaelpoet, and for your short and sweet comment.

      I hope that all is well.

    • Goldfinch60

      Very true words Ben, hopefully somebody sometime will realise and do something about it.

      Andy

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Andy, and I too, wait in bated breath, or maybe, we could comprise the collective to make such amends.

        I hope that all is well.

      • Parisab

        The water crisis is universal and now we are more aware about the stream next door-it is hard to imagine that this is the state of developed countries as well-May you and your country be well

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read Parisab, and again for your well observed comments.

          It is a dire thing indeed. Big things like this, should result in the basest of teamwork, devoid of petty differences, as with such a crisis reaching countries that are well known for it's bounties, egos surely have to be put aside. It needs sorting, and part of that sorting, is us, being more judicious in the way that water is used.

          Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.



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