Black Rain. A poem.

Laidback DMNovember 13, 2017November 11, 2017Environment, Poetry, Writingclean, climate, earth, Environment, environmentalist, green, poem, Poetry, pollution, Writing

I watched the black rain
from my window.
It spilled down the pane
in tarry streaks,
a Malevich canvas.

I watched the flowers
gently steam and wilt.
The dark water spilled down
onto the road and into the gutters.
It flowed into the sewers and
thence to the sea.

There it merged with
chemicals, plastics, dead fish
and carcinogens,
taking its rightful place
amongst humanity’s leavings.

Black rain
spilled down my cheeks
in tarry streaks.

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6 thoughts on “Black Rain. A poem.”

boundlessblessingsblog says:

November 13, 2017 at 8:20 am

Deep words from the depth of the rain, Steve. Great poem.

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  November 13, 2017 at 8:23 am
  
  Thanks! Sometimes I’m deep, sometimes not. I try to avoid the shallows if I can lol 🙂
  
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  1. stevestillstanding says:
    
    November 13, 2017 at 9:20 am
    
    Thanks for clarifying that lol. I found your poem. It’s from the heart and that’s what matters 🙂
    
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  2. boundlessblessingsblog says:
    
    November 13, 2017 at 9:21 am
    
    Thanks dear Steve and pl. don’t mind but each and every person is unique and it is so good to hear from all.
    
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Beyond the paper says:

November 13, 2017 at 12:07 pm

It’s a really beautiful poem.

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  November 13, 2017 at 7:09 pm
  
  Thanks so much! 🙂
  
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