Written for The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #314
Words: dump, epic, sense, gusts, protect, frame, list, late, straight, hammer, rivers, hesitate
He turned the world
into a dump of epic
of dust blew listless
pieces of garbage
straight into river,
and oceans. They begged
for common sense. They begged
for protection of the earth.
A dearth of clean water,
and fresh food was widespread.
All of humanity suffered.
No hesitation halted his
hammering out of poor
proclamations. He says
now he was framed. He says
now, none of this was his fault.
Doesn’t matter. It is too late.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
This entry was posted in Purple's Home
and tagged blame
. Bookmark the permalink
Thanks so much, bienvenue!
A scary scenario, in the course of happening.
Yes, not just a science fiction tale.
LikeLiked by 1 person