when everything else fails

Tainted Land


blue is the color
of this frozen land
born out of ancient
fallacy of man

crimson is the color
of blood lust defiled skies
swallowing dust and ash
are these cancerous clouds

unopened flowers wither lay frozen
petals petrified in staring gazes
winter gales reign as the chosen
over icy remains of charred wood
this tainted land stay barren
soiled by subtle remains
of deeds better left unsaid
this tainted land shiver frozen
in shame hides her naked frame
covered in a shroud of ashen ice
the final shreds of a forgotten
heaven falls down from the skies
tearing apart wings fate dies
leaving shattered feathers
floating in icy waters

this land aches abandoned
by mankind dead by own hand
when grayness takes over
falls silent this grieving land


7 responses

  1. A beautiful way to construct a horrible picture. I feel almost a cinematic atmosphere about this piece. I especially like how the “deeds are better left unsaid” which sparks my imagination and leaves the reader with a sense of mystery. Almost as if I think I know what it might refer to, but I am caught between a fictional Armageddon and an ecological failure. Great wording. Well done!

    September 20, 2011 at 12:40 am

  2. Sad that this is our future, if things don’t change – fast! You paint a stark picture of what it could be like. Hidden in your poem is the opportunity to awaken others, and possibly change this tide of events. Good, vivid writing!

    September 20, 2011 at 5:59 am

  3. Laurie Kolp

    Cancerous clouds and ashen ice… effective images… profound piece.

    September 21, 2011 at 7:26 pm

  4. Old Ollie

    your poems move…really cool

    September 21, 2011 at 10:12 pm

  5. Like a deep exploration of what could be… Such devastation is easily imaginable when one looks at certain areas of the world even today; when one considers that beyond talk, so little is being done (except by individuals) to change what we still may.

    Blue and crimson are my favourite colours, warm, but here they make me shiver. Your choice of words and the way you use language and images lend a horrible reality to apocalypse… All the same, I liked that you ended on ‘grieving land’ – to me, grief signifies that there still is life, one can still hope for better things to come.

    September 22, 2011 at 12:21 am

  6. I fear this could be the future of our land–a very sad tale. I hope we wake up in time to change this outcome.

    A very expressive, powerful write.

    September 22, 2011 at 1:01 am

  7. I found your blog through another poet I enjoyed. i liked this piece. I will explore further with a glass of wine…or two…some evenning in the near future.

    October 3, 2011 at 2:25 am

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