The world came crashing down
In one person’s perspective
the wicked wind that used to soothe came up, twisted into the willow leaves
Choking on the ground water, soaking up, the leaves cracking, crackling, falling
My world came crashing down in tendrils of light through the night forced into day, crispy and unleavened, unrelenting
Like cymbals, war drums that had no resolution
Where blood Mother wounds are found in places where one should rest, recover, heal
Bursting piano keys of a soft curtain pull, pulling teeth as the time passes in cruel silence
As you move on, move on with your creative cruelty
Towards the world’s protest of human rights encroaching on nature’s spoils
One man said natural disasters are only tragedies if humans are involved,
But what a shame if a tree is trampled on, beaten and killed
Can it lift its weight up and move on like a person, a piece of silver, a rock
What happens if the world comes crashing down
What happens when it no longer makes you meet your maker
Only when
Only when
The wind can whistle a tune that is bittersweet, tasting of old times, old campfire, burnt trout in the flame
Why does the old wind that used to soothe now burn in the sun-crisp air
So hard and soft and beautiful and wicked
About the Creator
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Comments (16)
Beautifully descriptive, thankyou for sharing and congratulations on top story xx
Full of passion and power 👍
Beautiful work 💖 I caught myself lamenting the rain we had here on Saturday, then had to stop myself when I saw the reports out of Manitoba and Saskatchewan. There’s far too much distraction going on 😞
Melissa, I truly appreciate your writing! The detail and passion you put into this work are incredible! The perspective of this writing was truly new for me, and I enjoyed reading this! ♥️♥️♥️♥️ Keep it up!
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Melissa, this was brilliant. You encompass the heartbreak and the fragmented pain of our world with this poem. Reading it truly felt like everything crashing down all at once, yet persisting through all at the same time, through a helpless yet soulful human perspective fighting to process what it all means, and if it’s worth fighting for or just a means to an end. Did that make sense? I hope so. 😂♥️
great
Ah, Melissa. I felt this in my bones. Your writing is beautiful. What a gift to read this today.
Why indeed, through all we have so thoughtlessly, heedlessly wrought?
"The wind can whistle a tune that is bittersweet, tasting of old times, old campfire, burnt trout in the flame" I especially loved this line!
Well-wrought! Why so often does cruelty get equated with beauty, I wonder? You're not the first to mention this idea (in your excellent final line), it's a thread that runs through history. I would like to venture another hypothesis: perhaps, like angels attending calmly and invisibly to those beleagured by demons, the beautiful is there, making itself manifest to counteract the cruel, and our blurred inner vision mistakes the twain as one.
Truly one of your best, in my opinion, Melissa! The emphasis on perspective is so strong. Incredible!
Felt the heartbreak!!! Awesome poem!!!
Gurl you truly did your thizzle here Melly Gold! This is a powerful masterpiece! Go gurl! 💪🏾🌸
Captivating and provocative poem
ooo so many amazing lines! i felt evey word in my soul!