Scorched land
burnt trees
dead animals —
including a Bear
who thought
he could avoid catastrophe
by climbing the tree,
which was then
thoroughly charred.
The fires,
illuminating
the incinerated hills
and smoke-filled sky,
pressed on,
oblivious
to what they consumed.
Some fires are
entirely too
anti-social!
I'm particularly fond of the last stanza. Great poem. I haven't written poetry for a long time, although I still love reading it. Hopefully one day, inspiration will strike and I'll be a poet once more. :)
ReplyDelete® Leigh Covington: Thanks for your note.
DeleteI hope, along with everything else, or when your life slows down just a bit, that you are re-iinpired to write poetry. Although, as journalist, I am accustomed to prose, trying to express the same thing in poetry gives the whole experience a much different "feel."
Lovely Rob. Thank you for telling me your new Blog is active now. Isn't it great that you have this perfect outlet for your talent!
ReplyDelete® Star: Thanks for coming by for a visit. Now that I'm not as busy, I plan to be active with all five of my blogs. Gasp! Have I got enough material for five blogs? Actually, I have. Though I won't be publishing regularly on any of them except the "Chrome" and "Urban Forest" ones.
ReplyDeleteThanks, again.
Lov the humor at the end! Wow, your words are so vivid and captivating Rob-bear! I visualized the bear's reaction in the tree. Words do bring vision at least in my mind; your poetry excites vision!
ReplyDeleteGreat work!
Thanks, Betty. I feel so bad about that Bear in the tree!
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