The contrails scar the morning sky
like cicatrix’s on a slaves back.
I sit and watch them multiply:
white insidious, noxious tracks
that linger long among the clouds
spreading lethal depositions
never knowing their whereabouts’
but knowing their compositions;
And when the clouds begin to rain
down (acid precipitation)
it’s simple then to ascertain
Man’s faulty preconceived notion:
That they are harmless condensates;
This is supposed to vindicate?
Meanwhile, a drizzle
began quietly falling
upon fragile earth.
Categories:
contrails, health,
Form: Verse
abandoned orchard
pink buds adorn weathered branch
contrails across sky
Categories:
contrails, life, nature
Form: Haiku
bright streaming contrails
dazzling streaks ascend night sky --
free world's tradition
Categories:
contrails, holiday
Form: Senryu
Her plane’s a poem
that dissolves its words behind it
as it flies,
an ars poetica
that takes its chances on blue sky.
Categories:
contrails, imagination, life, on writing
Form: Free verse