Ground Miasma

 

——————–

This simple thoughtless act…

so small unto itself…

is all about attitudes that

change…

pervert…

deteriorate…

and destroy…

Until life is not measured

by how well you live…

But….

by how slowly

you die…

as if the hourglass sands…

have run in reverse…

refilling with the

blackest of tars…

devoid of any…

cheerfulness…

or hope…

at all…

——-

David L. Whitman 10/22/2012 with a bag of trash….

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16 thoughts on “Ground Miasma

  1. Let’s see the glass full and assume this person stopped for a rest and meant to pick up the cup and forgot. Then remembered when he was already in his car on his way home. And felt really bad. 🙂 As always perfectly weaved words.

  2. Hello David! What an incredible poem, with a powerful picture. Thank you for opening this important discussion. When I walk my dog I always bring a larger bag for picking up litter (larger than those little dog-bags). And as I walk back it feels so good to see only nature, not the cups or wrappers that I found on the way in. Oh how I wish there was no need, if only everyone put litter in the garbage and not outdoors! Sigh. Posts like this help! Thank you! Hugs, Gina

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