Despondent

Despondent

 

Crushed once more

as flotsam and jetsam

used and re used

as a kitchen cloth

generosity freely given

abused with a wince

a discarded wine bottle

no longer of value

recycled humanity

bereft of self respect

no respect for others

a forest fire rages

scorched earth remains

but nature does renew

pain and recovery

restored by the dew

as with the seasons

oft despondent

in winter´s frost

resurrection comes

with summer´s blast

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Comments

<Deleted User> (13762)

Mon 31st Jul 2017 21:48

a fine poem Keith with lots of interwoven imagery. Thanks for posting, Colin.

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