David O'Haolin Whalen Poet Prose Poetry

As Smoke Into the Air

Time passes…Things change
Smoke into the air
In time will fall the mountain range
And forests be laid bare

Time degrades 
The things man’s made
As well as Nature’s very stone
Twill turn to grit each tiny bit
Dust composed from bone

Time passes…Things change
Nothing stays the same
The once familiar becomes strange
And no place to place the blame

The wrinkles anew upon one’s face
Paint that peels from off the wall
Climate changes slow measured pace
…Erasing each and all…

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Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck February 3, 2016 at 8:50 PM Powerful. Bold. I agree, but I think the reverse corollaries also apply. Also true that time-nature-regenerative systems upgrade stuff human nature designs, and produces new stones as well as consuming older ones, all within regenerative-health/pathology systems. But, as a rhetorical-poetic event, this piece is exquisite as is. G O Dillenbeck