The air is fuming

by Dagmar Wilson   May 14, 2019

Mother Nature against the world
when anger strikes the air is fuming
raindrops are not as gentle.
Lightening leaves puncture wounds.

Flowers drowning in toxic waters
trees are scarred from top to bottom,
hearts have turned cold.
Birds are leaving their nest with nowhere to go.

From far you can hear the cry of a wounded dog.


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  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Such poems are sadly necessary to continue to raise awareness of how much we are killing our planet. An imaginative piece with great visuals and meaningful emotion. Glad to see its nominated. Much love Milly x

  • 2 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Powerful, Dagmar. Just a typo in the last line, though. X

  • 2 months ago

    by S.T.A.R.

    I can see that more people are realizing this issue, and we are taking small steps towards fixing it. Honestly I doubt that, but I hope that by time, we could see the change we want to see.
    Very well written, loved it :)

  • 2 months ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar, you paint a sad, but an all too true picture.
    A well-written piece lady, with a message.
    Much love, M :)x

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