I stand in a wedge of conflict
between the familiar now old
white washed plastic
new and cold
*
I behold a world
slipping away
horses, fields
tractors only on display
The cavernous barns
where we once climbed
are now derelict
broken, gray in decline
*
a world that was wild
once free and grand
is caught up in bargains
fenced in land
*
senses affronted
as I cross the highway of life
buildings emblazoned with red circles
Flashing lights blind my sight
*
Go! turn your backs
on the world of old charm
give up expansive fields
embrace plastic, metal, car alarms
*
I am posting this poem today with Poetry Pantry where poets get to share old and new poetry.
This poem was originally posted in July 2010. I did a little restructuring but I hope the conflict between an old more stable world versus a more static plastic world is still conveyed.
penned in moon dust 