Mary Rowena

New Nature - Poem by Mary Rowena

What room do I have in life left for greed?
When I’m content with just the blood I bleed
The light reveals I’m blessed with gold I wear
Yet water shows I’m beautiful when bare

I know I take for granted luxuries
But what could beat the clouds, the stars and trees?
When one takes time to climb up with their eyes
They notice all the boxes aren't a prize

Who made sense of a mirror in the dark?
Insanity chose pixels over bark
Of course I like to capture paradise
But not when it moulds minds to melt the ice

A child will have a child who will soon die
By then what we've achieved won’t satisfy
We search for something that we have acquired
And think because of time it has expired

Topic(s) of this poem: natural disasters

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  • Gold Star - 16,624 Points John Westlake (4/27/2014 2:51:00 PM)

    Very true indeed. Can not understand why I am the first to comment on this wonderful poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 28, 2014

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