The prompt was to engage with nature in your own area.
Bulldozer
Wind, tides,
Winter,
Built this body of
Beach
Sculpted,
Stone upon stone
A new form
Wild ,craggy,
Rugged
Boldly it looks out,
The horizon it's
Backdrop
Looked down on by the
Clock tower -
Ancient landmark.
Now, springtime arrives
Winds cease,
Shapes warmed - calmed
New season -
Now they come,
Bulldozer, tipper truck
Excavator -
Caterpillar tracks
Up and down
Mounds dug - moved
Leveled, flattened
Up - down
Past months
Adventure
Nature-
Ironed out
Up - down
Nature-
Tamed
The visual format goes well this piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteThank you Rommy
ReplyDeleteI agree with Rommy. "Tamed" - such a benign-sounding word our species uses to justify violence, making it sound so domestic, like "ironing," but this isn't a shirt or a tablecloth, is it? I love the contrast between that image and the wild beauty of the first stanza (well, I hate what humans do to it - but then, I think, so do you).
ReplyDeleteExactly. Thanks for your kind words.
DeleteAww - that's sort of sad.
ReplyDeleteYes, thank you for spotting it.
DeleteIt's sad but it does happen to us...
ReplyDeleteI can see the bulldozer too. Your poems have a kind of breathlessness and urgency that I like.
ReplyDeleteThank you Natasa, for your kind comments.
DeleteThank you for your comment Natasa
ReplyDeleteBreathlessness and urgency - I hadn't realised. Maybe it's that I cut out all words that I think are unnecessary .