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The Pledge

 

If there were one among them that did not
call to the corner of my eye as if
the tiny show of tears provoked
should benefit them some way.

And if there were a darkness or evil 
so profound I could find rest within it
ceasing to see them, awake or asleep 
all the same, as I do.

If a reminder of the robin redbreast
or semblance of a last-gasp squirrel
athirst for the cause of all their demise
turns and returns to look at me.

The sunrise on Mars can show the contents
of my heart, horizon-wide the rubble
no rain can ever refresh. Self-exiled
I'll wander, as a dust devil.

Work In Progress

◄ A Sonnet Of Sorts

Rising Waters ►

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Adam Whitworth

Sat 21st Dec 2019 11:21

I'll be reading this poem as part of my effort on the Verse Aid Poem-a-thon, 8th February 2020.

Useful link: www.justgiving.com/fundraising/poets-for-the-planet

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