Measuring Time

Just a thought in the early morning at work.

 

Broken grey blue clouds

floating slowly across the silver moon

Her beauty illuminating the heavens

measuring time.

 

Standing for a moment in awe

looking through glass

the solar artist paints

the new colors

of the day.

 

the toxic filled smoke

rising dangerously above 

industrialist selfishness

polluting everyone

 

The concrete pillars

Iron girders and steel

tar where grass and

trees once stood.

 

The warmth of her earth

destroyed by needless greed

A concept I never understood

 

Clipboard in hand

I'm saddened by technology

Mother earth slowly dying

right in front of me

 

The silver moon

silently sings a sad song

Marking her fate. Sadly

measuring time.

 

Author's Note

Simple and sad.

Reviews

[Christine]

"The silver moon
silently sings a sad song
Marking her fate. Sadly
measuring time."

I absolutely love the flow to the whole poem but this is my favorite stream of thought! The message was clearly delivered. Yes, it's "simple and sad" that we are the cause of our own destruction. We, humans, are the chaos in the balanced world. Ironic isn't it. LOL Great poem.

Love ya,
Christine :-)