Poetry Blogs (Wind Turbines)
They huff and puff their plumes of heated breath
into an atmosphere already raw.
These earthbound dragons, guarding nests of death,
fighting for dominance with tooth and claw.
Their carbon offspring doze beneath their feet
or bleed out into nuclear decay -
a fair trade for their gifts of light and heat?
Perhaps we will regret that choice one day.
For what is this? A cha...
Friday 5th June 2015 7:38 pm
riding through the wild ways
the green lays
the driven baize
by the rain brilliant
sun strafed degenerate rays
every crested rise
revealed an air superior
gray dicing the mazarine,
slicing the fourteen plus,
and where I should have been
no storied moral here
just a simple trip
Thursday 14th November 2013 9:23 pm