Change for worse

At night the psychotic wind went berserk
the evasive brown grass waved crabbily
bits of paper twisted and turned curvy
like energetic juveniles
the urban jumble whispered grumpily till dawn

in the morning bathed in the alluring golden glow
the sentinel trees stand quietly watchful
monsoon’s remnant lies undisturbed
but these dregs do tell a bitter story
of displaced and moody seasons
waylaid by human greed
chagrined seasons restlessly look for home
having lost their compass  they have turned bitter with malice

no cooing flocks of doves
to offset the terrifying truth
the deserted path tells a tale
that has no listeners.

Written for dVerse poetics. Also inspired by Sadje’s wdys and Jane’s random word generator. Today’s host at dVerse, Lillian, says: Write a poem on any topic in any poetic form, that includes at least one of the flavors of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the list. You can check the list here.

54 thoughts on “Change for worse

  1. but these dregs do tell a bitter story
    of displaced and moody seasons
    waylaid by human greed
    chagrined seasons restlessly look for home – Loved these lines.
    So true and very evocative.

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  2. I was just reading about climate change and the dire state of our planet! You have encapsulated the dread and the uncertainty in this poem!! And if I hadn’t already seen the list of ice cream names I wouldn’t have been able to pick it out….

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    1. We have had unusually hot and long summer and a very wet monsoon. If this is not climate change, then what is! We cannot ignore it nor deny it, Val.
      Yeah, the ice cream name was lost in the jumble of words! πŸ˜€

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  3. “Displaced & moody seasons”….very well said. Sounds depressing but can’t remember having seen a more freaky monsoon in recent times in Kolkata or the rest of India. Makes one wonder if this really is the beginning of the end. 😦

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  4. This was a very eye-opening poem filled with deeper meanings of truth that humans tend to leave untouched. This was beautifully portrayed, and I really enjoyed reading this poem.

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