withering
flowers dying
crumbling to pieces
melancholy, anguish, sadness, grief
decay
ruination
summer ending
trees shedding rainbow leaves
swirling, twirling, whirling, spinning
withering
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July 22, 2021
Poetry/Double Cinquain/withering ruination
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1375-126-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand July 24
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Infestation
Germination
Mobilization
Bloviation-Condemnation
Agitation-Exhortation
Excitation
Confrontation
Profanation
Desecration
Litigation
Ruined Nation
Frag ta
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tion
She was too narcissistic and opinionated to be popular
He was too popular and secretive to be trusted with power
So beware of power which tends only to corruption, and
Corruption infiltrates the very soul of its victims and like
A wild fire creating its own weather, it metastasizes like cancer.
And cancer is so common, but cancer cures are a rarity. And
Any signs of cures among humans is a breeding ground for greed. And is not greed among the seven deadly sins? Avoid Such sins
like the plague, because plagues tend to be rapidly invasive, tends to spread rampantly, and are massively destructive.
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In Cornwall fair there lies some lonely stacks
Of rocks and bricks and mortar out at sea.
An engine house pow'ring the tin mine lacks
In completeness. The earth holding its scree
Dives from the land of tin and pasty fame
And into sea a darkest shade of blue.
Rocks of Botallack look to us in shame.
I turn my back and bid the mine adieu
But only to obtain my camera
And capture the ruins of despair.
My brain drinks this mine's old ephemera
And breathes the antique salty Cornish air.
Apollo's light then turns great hues of red
As I leave the old mine's ruins for dead.
Cracking poison pills
along fault lines and blue insignias
we laughed.
How we riddled the world
in often misguided abbreviations and pith.
Pouring the beads of pin head size
into the water we drink and breathe
we waited.
How we ordered the waves
to recall their terror and quell the moon.
Studying nature
from eleven levels and burnt trees
we sighed.
How we wished for new saplings
but found ourselves only with high-rise condos and dust.
A price of lost deliverance and gorged bank accounts
bloated dirty green with every cracked, poisoned lake,
stream, river, ocean, cloud, minute drop of dew,
to take to our death bed.
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