TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 241, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA PROSE

.

Nature’s Wounds

I could always see a canopy of green trees outside my window.A plethora of birds rested and ambled on the branches as tiny squirrels climbed up and down,their bushy tails meticulously curled. The cuckoo sang to welcome the spring and parrots sat regally on the trees. In the rains, shiny leaves glistened to a fluorescent green and rustled up a gentle symphony into my ears.Come autumn,orange hued now,they fell to meet the mother earth leaving the bark bare. But now all I can hear is the pounding of cranes digging deep after hacking down my trees and pounding the earth till it shakes.
nature gives solace
loving us fools that we were
we left it sullied
hurting deep into its core-
festering wounds never heal

Via: https://wp.me/p4xNpg-crQ

9 thoughts on “TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 241, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA PROSE”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s