by Mr. Darcy
Once a garden of Eden was an imaginary place, full of life, a place for mankind to call his own. Now, this place is more real and its lands, seas and skies polluted. Now the beauty has faded, it's time to cover up the flaws, dress her in an overcoat and pretend we didn't ruin her. The naked truth is we are guilty and asking him to help will, more than likely, fall on deaf ears. |
by Ben Pickard
I'm not a religious man, Michael, so unfortunately, I agree. |
Lovely piece ,Dad. I like the title and the subject - also, I've never seen this format before, as well! |
by Ben Pickard
You may be right there, but what with the change of line and all, I thought it best. So there. |
by Baby Rainbow
Amazing pieces of imagery throughout this poem, lots of scenes that you take the reader to, and let them explore that little stanza in their own mind. |
by Ben Pickard
Wonderful comment, Saffie. Many thanks. |
by Emi
Hi Ben, I like this style from you it's refreshing and as ever your piece is full of wonderful imagery that makes the piece. |
by Ben Pickard
Thank you, Em |
I feel anger here but also, a sense of helplessness. The world was in a very bad place before covid and I sometimes worry that our environmental problems have been pushed aside and ignored to some extent |
by Ben Pickard
Exactly right, Jane. Thanks for reading. |