At Jeopardy's Door Poem by Adrian Flett

At Jeopardy's Door

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Clear view the trees see
ever aware, travesty laid bare.
So at our peril we dismiss
this stark reminder of our remiss.

Early leaf bud's first seen burst to bequeath;
soon followed by floods of green
red, yellow and brown to follow,
as fallen leaves reveal the elegance beneath.

Wraiths grace the view across valley's slope,
ghostly grey skeletal flame-shaped spears,
all their intent over eons now so clear;
still hope to negate the chaos we create.

Here lines of conflict drawn
across these broad reactive valleys;
not back where pollution's spawned
but here the battle's joined.

Fixed in the mind's eye
ever etched is their silent cry
upon chaos of our creation;
those omens no longer defied.

We at jeopardy's door ignore
the silent voice that abhors
how we spoil and blight
despite their efforts to restore.


29/10/2019

Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,pollution
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 07 November 2019

trees beget trees green forest to mountain a pure living way a qualified natural living way the hands of discover sometimes demolish like indiscreet or so called discreet then the pure life brings the lotion of pollution!

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Susan Williams 02 November 2019

We at jeopardy's door ignore the silent voice that abhors how we spoil and blight despite their efforts to restore.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -we best heed this before time has run out

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Adrian Flett 03 November 2019

Thanks Susan. Yes time is short.

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