In the heart of autumn
I watch the thunderheads
Shading skies in charcoal
As retro rain of spring
Spits in rebellious spurts
Does it hurt to be compliant
And follow season’s rule-book?
Or is Mother Nature bored
Tired of the yuck of it all
For De’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub. You can “Q” it too!
Just write a poem of 44 words, sans title, including the word “yuck”.
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Do we listen
When silence speaks
In Mother Nature’s tongue
Let it drown out the technosaurus
Stomping loudly on anything
More than a day old
Time will soon be tired
Of being archived by the minute
But nothing can stop the wind
From carving out canyons
Or the sun
From casting shadows
Where no one even looks
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Do we sense
The softness of the breeze
She whispers on our skin
Caressing with only one purpose
To touch us… so we feel
Or have we forgotten
More than we know
Reality will soon be tired
Of hiding beneath the light
Of the machines we type on
The media we thrive on
The “friends” we depend upon
In this mechanical mess we call life
mishunderstood 