WHY?

I think in my experimentation I am getting near to Gimmick. If you think so, say it please.

 

 

 

 

WHY?              

 

 

Wind blows from the West

          bringing ocean rain to land;

it flows back to sea.

 

 

     Rich soil is dark now,

          where water stayed on the ground

              to feed seeded crops.

 

                  

                  Corn springs, haze of green.

                      From the South come sun and warmth;

                             verdure reaches up.

          

 

                                   The oceans are full

                                     with the water from the plains

                                    Which rivers returned.

 

 

                                   Golden ears have swelled,

                                ocean and earth’s abundance;

                           preserved sunshine stands.

 

 

                      Corn’s harvest complete,

             taken to the mill, ground fine;

     baked into life’s staff.

 

 

Nature’s clement cycle

          has showered her gifts on man,

through years of kindness.

 

 

 

Yet still, man pollutes

the very wind that feeds him,

water that sustains him.

 

 

 

          WHY?  

 

                                     

                            Words and Painting in Watercolour:  John L. Berry

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Author's Note

I think in my experimentation I am getting near to Gimmick. If you think so, say it please. If you like it, you can say so too. Truth must out!

Reviews

[Emily Elizabeth]

Not a gimmick at all!
I liked it, of course! You're writing is so beautiful and eloquent. i especially love what you've done with the form here- it's highly original, and yet the structure is classical and so it blends old and new. Your intelligent radiates through this. You have a deep and profound knowledge of all around you. A fantastic poem, from a very able and talented writer. Thanks so much for sharing this with us!

[Leah Simone]

Heavy question indeed - Why do we spit our poison in the hand that feeds us? I like how you printed this poem like an arc - or tornado with a few particles as if debris - right in the middle.

[Spat Queen]

It beg's to be answered! I love it!