Last tide ebbs

Another minute poem for the dverse prompt.

Photo ©Traumrune

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On dim green banks the silence clings,

And no bird sings,

The day is dull,

The river full.

 

Swollen cords of water streaming,

Once fish teeming,

Now corrupt things,

Ebbing tide brings.

 

Somewhere inland death is brewing,

Poison spewing.

Sick as the sea—

humanity.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

35 thoughts on “Last tide ebbs”

      1. i here darling…

        Lost yet, another computer, an been having problems requiring another acceptable working computer…

        In the end, don’t have as much computer time…

        Funny with the money in my estate you would think that getting a new mac won’t be a problem…

  1. I feel sad when I see such corrupted things happen to our rivers and forests Jane ~ We will suffer in the future for sure ~ Lovely work on the form ~

    1. Thanks Grace. The photo is of the Garonne at Toulouse. I’ve never seen this kind of thing as far downstream as Bordeaux, but we do have inexplicable white froth occasionally. Farm and viticulture waste probably.

      1. Hand-held battery operated. Often used by police to try to convince mobs to move alone. Some of them have various siren settings as well.

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