Robert James Smith

Veteran Poet - 1,490 Points (New York)

Recovery - Poem by Robert James Smith

A standing wall that crumbles cracks
Breaks and tumbles falling back
A faded sign two words ‘For Rent’
Entombed and crushed in cold cement
The final ruins brittle, hollow
Bitter pill for Earth to swallow

Once a beauty in her prime
On heavens dance floor measured time
Spinning once each day anew
Showing off her finest view
Of teeming life her ocean, land
With snowcapped mountains, burning sand

Fueled by pompous pride worked harder
To produce a race she thought was smarter
Bestowed with great intelligence
To voice her grace, magnificence
Surrounded by her shining seas
The envy the galaxies

Paths of grandeuresque delusion
Meet their logical conclusion
Infernal race they chewed her skin
Carved her face and dug within
Her lines etched deep she showed her age
That one quick death blow did assuage

Her scornful sun in rueful woe
Beholds now poisoned rivers flow
With barren rock she stares at death
As shame still chokes each shallow breath
The evil race so bold and clever
Defeated dead and gone forever

Great falls find where pride doth go
Recovery be hard and slow
Wisened wings emerge and spread
To blanket deep the ugly dead
With richer soil bluer seas
Whitened sands and taller trees

Fresher air and cleaner skies
Earth re-opens humbled eyes
The broken walls and rent unpaid
And footprint stains begin to fade
Reminders of the race of men
Mistake that won't be made again.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, earth, environment, nature


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, October 30, 2015


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