Floating Glacier

#X.

I love this floating glacier,
trees, trees, and trees,
they share their precious life
living long before me.

I moved to this island,
took for granted that it
would always be the same,
beautiful, green, beautiful blue,
precious wildlife, deers visiting,
fawns appear as twins.

In backyards.
Apples, cherries, and
blossoms share their
pink sweetness, always
giving, always there.

Lately though the swimming goldfish,
their ponds drained,
the metallic orange fish reflect
in the sun, as they die.

Trees are going down,
faster,
than can be counted.
New born dead under
tractors. The caterpillars,
and fires, have eliminated
all that inspires.

Decimated, defecated,
Lucky to be
human, blood thirsty
with a reputation ready
to destroy (look around you).

Read the verse,
it gives permission
to leave footprints
in
the cement.
Cement relic,
will
share it's precious life,
living long before me. #X.

DharmaBum07

Solid poem, with a excellent and intriguing subtleties! Initially the theme is pretty evident, nature, and the beauty/inspiration it contains, is slowly being destroyed. I particularly like the line "the metallic orange fish reflect
in the sun, as they die". This is great imagery, and is a very original encapsulation of the the theme. Also, I really like your phrase "decimated, defecated/ lucky to be human".

Finally, I really like how your last stanza parallels your first stanza. I think this technique is the biggest strength of your poem. It really juxtaposes nature with progress (if you will) and wraps up your message tightly and powerfully.

#X.

Thanks DharmaBum07, for the substanial feedback, a meal of words for me.
Good or Bad, I do really what to know if the poem is crap or.... I encourage you to look at some other's i have left in the care of PJ. The death of the goldfish pond was real, i watched from my bedroom window, as they drained and filled it in. It killed me also. #X.