Account Of Environment Poem by Julia Luber

Account Of Environment

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These places, this work, was once all so simple and vague and bland.
It did not seem to matter what there was to understand.
The harmless pitter-patter meant not feet but simply sand-
Bare Feet, Things Neat. All composed a sense of being well despite….
the chronic whine and wonder hid somehow: living through the fight and flight.

It did not mean one's work had ended then and There…
exchanged for effort and frustrationwas as quickly breath without a care.
And sweet sensation would return so quick; ithad become so scary.
It took some time to click. There was nothing to be done to change that sight.
No orchestrated stage nor limpid fight.

One's will could not impose a change to set things right.

Each now would deal with life from their own circumference of Sun and Time.
What space in captivation now pronounced, Through BEAST so plain and simple
Unannounced.

They should have known that it would be.
That no one's will but its could matter/ He nor She.
In every sound and symbol- mocking out with glee:

That now there was nothing to do
Nor nothing could be done.

The Final Impact of a Setting Sun.

Saturday, June 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: environmental rights
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is from the Fourth Chapter of the Afterloch, a fictional saga series…Book One, Territorial Guilt. A family has become doomed by their encounter with a mythological monster, as well as exposure to a gang rape of the "film director" they are working with to save their son from a corrupt police department.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 09 August 2019

" They should have known that it would be" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Julia Luber 09 August 2019

I'm glad you're reading my poetry.

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