Observed.

Just a look at the world around me for that split second!

Blue tins lay empty on sands of wood,

Filters make white snow with plastic,

Fever pitched stockings rolled up tight,

Controls bleak and always wait fantastic.

Dripping coffee now cold and washed,

Wires forever tangled in high praise,

The scarf of money and flags of states,

That damn bucket ticking ants raise.

One sees mountains of dust and cleaner,

Spectacles closed and never used,

A fridge jolts into suppression and angst,

Purple papers stretched and flat fused.

Ah the wind cleans many a weary mind,

For Sunday we pray and forgive all sin,

My back aches for a time in my youth,

God help us out of our made home din.

Author's Note

Darlings be well!

Reviews

[Anand Sehgal]

Ah the wind cleans many a weary mind,

For Sunday we pray and forgive all sin,


fabulous lines penned by you :)
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[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you x

[Baby Ricochet]

Every line tells a story. Love your work

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you BR

[Konigin]

I like this poem. Its different. That helps make it wonderful. Good read. I liked the part:

Blue tins lay empty on sands of wood,
Filters make white snow with plastic,

simply because it made me think!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Alex Ryder]

What a fascinating poem- it has quite an unusual disjointed feel to it, but that doesn't seem to detract from the poem. Good job!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Really thought provoking Thomas well penned :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you x

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Pollution is a terrible thing to behold. It's neat to see you tie in religion in here; after all, religion does emphasize the need to care about everything around us.

Nice poem.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you x

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goes Cascading!)]

my pleasure

[Coyote Poetry]

"My back aches for a time in my youth,
God help us out of our made home din."
A amazing poem my friend. The above lines are my favorite. I don't know if we need God's forgiveness. Hardest person to receive forgiveness from. Is the one looking back at in the mirror. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Coyote x

[Ruth]

Awesome gatherings, washed clean, now the mayhem can continue ;) Be well too darling x

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Poppy.

[Pryde Foltz]

Ah the wind cleans many a weary mind,
For Sunday we pray and forgive all sin,
My back aches for a time in my youth,
God help us out of our made home din.

I have been transported to your mess…lol. You nailed this one.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Pryde x x

[Praveeta]

Thanks for a wonderful write.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Praveeta.

[Praveeta]

My pleasure.