Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Street View (posted by Lillian)
Five street art images. Let the image be your starting point.
I saw them. I am a witness
to every hue of flower
you can imagine. Where?
There. In that junkyard
of old tires, wires, auto
frames with rust stains.
Back when I was a child
this was a field. Grass
grew, flowers flourished.
On other side, a sand lot
where baseball was encouraged.
A lively, colorful place. Scary,
isn’t it, that our government
did not take science seriously.
Pictures you have seen in books
do not do their beauty justice.
I know. I saw them.
I am a witness.
Yeah!
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Thanks, Nan!
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Pictures you have seen in books
do not do their beauty justice
Those were the days when the environment and surroundings were naturally beautiful covered with colors. Not anymore! A pity!
Hank
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It is so sad.
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“Scary,
isn’t it, that our government
did not take science seriously.”…..Scary indeed!
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It truly is.
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A good description of a formerly flowering field that is now a junk yard.
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Thanks, Frank!
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A WONDERFUL take on the prompt and telling the “story” that this art evokes. Sadly, we are all witness to the demise of so many things. And oh yes….if the collective “we” does not heed the warnings, so much shall disappear….the beauty shall be but a memory…the glaciers existing in photos taken on cruises and hikes. That former flowering lot….now a junkyard of our expendables. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Lillian. I hope beauty is never just a memory.
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Sigh! Truly said….
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It is.
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This was dystopian but it can be true…
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That is my fear.
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isn’t it wonderful to be a witness ~ I hope we take care of the place Sara as I can’t imagine the time it will all be just in books ~
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I cannot imagine the world that way, so we all have to do our part.
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