The crisp leaves were meticulously cut ,soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times! (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/08/twittering-tales-118-8-january-2019/
Plastic! Garish and loud, Supple and light, It fits everywhere, All Pervading, Omnipotent, Omniscient. It has moulded all facets, All supports now plastic, Love and camaraderie, Both too cast in that mould. As I cast an eye around, Delving into the debris, Searching for a tenable hold, My hands clutch, Only that plastic cold!
A melange of art and nature, Fusion of soul and earth, Sea, Surf, And the, Sculptor. An idyll, What our planet could be! A travesty, It is not; But voices, Still rippling, Sure, A crescendo will come, Turning Earth, A Garden of Eden, In some future, A hope!