18 July 2010

Rust


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:

Dianne said...

a perfect poem for a perfect subject. rust is an under-rated metaphor
wonderfully done.
Dianne

gautami tripathy said...

Very well written!

crosswires of fires

Tumblewords: said...

Yes! From dust to dust, nature retakes our efforts at invincibility. Lovely words!!

youareuseless said...

This is beautiful. I love the image of the fence snaking up the mountain.

SandyCarlson said...

Our time here is temporary. Best to embrace it!

Leo said...

i agree with Sandy.. this was a nicely versed take! :)

one more believer said...

perfectly timeless