Drift
The fuel evaporated
never to be combusted
in the engine,
the ground filled
and covered in the salt
of the ocean,
killing the vines
that never would succumb
to poison,
and the sun emerged,
arousing the world
unevenly.
The local violent heat
must escape
to fill the deadly vacuum,
and drive the wind.
There are always the differences
that pulls canvas tight.
There is always the wind
that returns.
-Robert L. Jackson III
an interesting take on the prompt..."the ground filled
ReplyDeleteand covered in the salt
of the ocean,
killing the vines
that never would succumb
to poison," my favorite lines...
Yes, that wind always does return! Nice to see you here at Poets United!
ReplyDeleteThe heat sounds intense, and I hope your health concerns resolve positively. Nice to see you at Poets United...I love the name of your blog!
ReplyDeleteI can't help but think of this day in the UK - and how it feels like an end - and yet your poem reminds me that movement and wind will return..life will go on
ReplyDeleteWow! You capture the miracle that gives me hope that the earth will survive human. May we, too, survive what tries to smother us.
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