In a vase you stay.
Soon you will be thrown away
In a bin.
How can I atone for the sin
Of removing you from nature’s embrace
To this urban place?
I sentimentalise its true
For you never knew
But doctored grew
In a place
Where people pass
“Customers will pay
Good money for that rose
But, I suppose
This other lot should be thrown away”.
‘Tis man who should count the cost
Of nature’s lost
As we on keyboards clack
For we lack
To stand still
And listen to the bird,
For the word
heard is “progress”, symbolised by
Doctored flowers, that in a vase, die.
This is a really deep poem about the intervention of man and its negative impact. Lovely!
Thank you, Robbie. All the very best to you – Kevin
To be picked, confined, then thrown away
This is not natures way..
A thought provoking poem Kevin, well done……..
Thank you, Ivor for liking my poem and your own contribution in verse. Best wishes – Kevin