Sorry In The Water Cycle

by Ben Pickard   Feb 17, 2020


Dithering, digesting the soiled land,
it slid and slipped beneath the rocks,
appalled by the corruption of the bleeding earth.

Forked tongue flicking fearfully,
it coiled -

smelling,
feeling,
sensing
-

I watched.

Ashamed and abashed
that so kingly a creature could have been
so reduced by our callous hand, I took comfort
from knowing we would suffer together -
die together.

I evaporated and condensed on the rock
he hid beneath -

- permeating the cracks, I had no words
left for the heart-felt apology I owed him,

so

I

precipitated,

cooling, soothing and healing his sore
and scaly skin until we were one.

I am, you know.
I am so very sorry.

--

Ben Pickard 2020

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  • 1 month ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Ben,
    It is as if you speak of the clogged veins of our mother earth and do so with profound yet elegant poetry. A superlative piece, a sour truth; ‘sorry’ indeed. I have very much enjoyed the reading of this excellent passage of poetic literature. Well done!
    Regards, Tony.

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks so much for your time, Tony

  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Ben, nominated...I have to know the back story on this? Fascinating write-

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Not really sure, Brenda. It was just an idea that came to me. Sorry it's not more interesting!

  • 1 month ago

    by Star

    This is so beautiful!!

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