We loved in the sun,
then the sun went down;
we loved in the fields -
but they built the bloody town;
we loved by the sea
'til the tide came in;
we loved on the ice,
then the ice grew thin,
we loved in our wasteland,
but they dumped their toxic sand;
we loved on the range
before the interchange;
we loved on the moors,
but some soldiers played at wars;
we loved by the pool,
but the pool went dry;
we loved beneath the trees,
but they cleared them by and by;
so we loved in the city
but the city grew too shitty;
then we loved on the landfill -
and found it the new pretty.
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16 comments:
love this one Dave...such a good rhythm to it and lovely use of almost rhying words....thankyou for it!
Many occasions and many instances to love but we can well end up at the far end. Great thoughts,Dave!
Hank
It is all true, Man never ceases to destroy everything for profit. When there;s no living earth left to grow anything, all the land and seas are toxic, will they eat their money?
Nicely said Dave, very poetically too for such a sad, serious, subject.
Landfill plus landscaping, I hope?
And so it continues...this poem could go on and on....
the landfill as the new pretty...ugh....and the beauty of love slips ever lower...smiles...
The last couplet in particular gives the irony a subtle and great underlayer.
so the love remains cultivated for ever*** DAVE****
So true - all of it, but I love the positive ending.
Gives us hope for the future.
A very good rhythmn to things that are true in this world whether good or bad :-).
Where will love be safe in the end...?
Good journey or progression from sun to the city - from heaven to hell - to finish in a cemetery of waste.
Brave poetic protest against today´s world.
Gosh this says so much with such elegant and satisfying simplicity!
You poems delight me, not least of all by reminding me of the instinct and educated 'ear' that are inestimable gifts.
You are a friend of my soul
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Gerry
Good to know you liked it. Thanks.
Hank
I guess love was never easy!
Daydreamer too
Yes, it is true. Money is the top priority, every time.
Jinksy
Landfill should evolve into landscape (using the word in its old sense), though in the new way of speaking landfill IS landscape already.
Mary
... as I realised as I was writing - and stopped at that point! (Actually, a good metaphor, don't you think?)
Brian
That would seem to be about the size of it!
Tommaso
Good to hear that you think so. The irony is what I was after, the underlayer would be a bonus. Thanks.
tariqMian
Yes, in a manner of speaking.
Ygraine
There's (nearly) always a positive, I believe. Let's hope it stays that way!
Windsmoke
Thanks for saying.
Dulcina
Thanks for this. Today's world - and tomorrows unless we pay more attention today!
Cloudia
A really lovely comment this. Thank you so much for it.
Clever concept, Dave, though I hope it is not an analogy for the human race! :)
There are two possible endings here, either everything else has become much uglier than the landfill or the landfill has been landscaped and reclaimed. That touch of ambiguity adds something to the poem
Yes, and a thousand yeses! It's funny how you start with the world's beauty and move towards the world's waste and yet that's the only place they left for you in which to find beauty.
Many thanks. That was short, simple and ever so marvellous.
Greetings from London.
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