Contamination

Hi Lavender, your poem captures the sense of despair I see across our world right now, infecting us.
It makes me think about how we as poets try to give a voice to what feels impossible to say. But writing it down is the first step.
Even when our words fail us, we’re not lost, we’ll find a way.
The way you've used the opening line to close your poem gives it a sense of full circle.
Well done, Ruby xx

the thought that this was probably written after watching the nightly news! I sincerely hope that you are right, and it probably will not happen, but one cannot help but think that the possibility of a tragic end for mankind's civilization, and the Earth will revert back to the care of the meek, as it says in the Bible. Well done Sis, well done. ~ Geez.
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I no longer watch the news. I used to be hooked on CNN news... It left me feeling desolate and fatalistic. This poem reminds me of my reaction. Bad for me but good for my therapist's bank account. It is a great poem. my favorite lines are:

Perhaps a small life form remains, the proverbial
cockroach clinging to another cockroach
clinging to yet another, celebrating a great reward,
a conquering of sorts, after patiently waiting so long
for mankind to do himself in - finally.

Such a sullen evening.

much love, xxx Cat

....... and sense of foreboding in this creative poem.
The imagery and message is potent, we will be our own undoing,
Interesting work as always,
Sen