Rust reminds me of
nature's preponderance over man
iron's return to its ore state
no matter how smelted or moulded
or flattened or formed.
A fence snaking up a mountain -
each roll of wire and post carried
by a single man with purpose -
is not noble enough to last.
Not like marble and quartz
born from molten earth
are made to last for aeons
until the mountain is flattened
by water and wind
the same that oxidise galvanised iron
flaking rust crawling up a mountain
catching up on time
One Single Impression
7 comments:
a perfect poem for a perfect subject. rust is an under-rated metaphor
wonderfully done.
Dianne
Very well written!
crosswires of fires
Yes! From dust to dust, nature retakes our efforts at invincibility. Lovely words!!
This is beautiful. I love the image of the fence snaking up the mountain.
Our time here is temporary. Best to embrace it!
i agree with Sandy.. this was a nicely versed take! :)
perfectly timeless
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