Orbs Of Life

Orbs Of Life

A Poem by Mark Witterick

Two globes of the earth:

Provider of life.

Rough to the touch yet wet to the bite.

Sustenance. 

 

Soft to some, hidden to most.

The truth rarely uncovered,

Yet to this small parasite;

Their access unrivalled,

Life or death hangs

At their source.

 

Warmth hidden, freedom denied,

Brought as heroines once they hear the cry. 

Shunned though their purpose fulfilled.

Some seek to free them; self-degradation? 

 

Loving they seek abuse they find.

To get perfection the two combined.

Tools and toys, touched, twisted and turned

Their uses abound 

Their treasures not found.

 

Once, flattened out of sight,

Grown now with great might,

Like day on the new horizon.

To savour a sight once unknown

Mans greatest quest,

 

But even the sun must set: 

Cold claims the end and

They shall fall: never rise again…


© 2017 Mark Witterick



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