Remand

Quemis

Fallow lands beseech the hand,
futility drawn in the sand,
nothing left to understand,
dust all it commands.

Fertility is just a brand,
a contrast born from life's demand,
come now stand, see it firsthand,
weak, the lights disband.

Not so grand, the best laid plans,
cursed ever to misunderstand,
intention turns to ash, expands,
shapes what we withstand.

Dust all it commands.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2017 04:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • WriteBeLight

    Dust to dust. 🙂

    • Quemis

      : )

    • Quemis

      also:

      slakajuster.deviantart.com

    • MendedFences27

      Fertility and fallow land, ending in dust. We all end in dust, everything even mountains get worn down to dust. We cannot bring a living thing from out of fallow ground, and human fertility is a fickle thing, science tries to conquer both issues, but with limited success. I liked the lines, "Fertility is just a brand, a contrast born from life's demand" - Phil A.

      • Quemis

        Thanks! : )

      • Augustus

        Curse the plans. It's all for naught. Love the photo art.

        • Quemis

          Thanks!



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