deepundergroundpoetry.com

Image for the poem YOU NEVER CALL

YOU NEVER CALL

(Written for the "Something On Nature" competition)
 
Photo: Misty Trees By James Whitesmith
 
I’m your mother for heaven’s sake
would it hurt to pay me a visit?
step out of doors and take a break
that can’t be too difficult, is it?
 
Bathed in fluorescent facsimile of sunlight
you sit staring, transfixed by a screen
oblivious to the passing of day to night
seeking peace in an airbrushed pastoral scene
 
Observing seasons change from a 31st floor pew
one escalator, one elevator you’re there
In no way can equal my mountaintop view
reached by forested trail in crisp Autumn air
 
Come home, hijo mío, to your dear Mother earth
simplicity, peace, and harmony abound
fly back to the nest for your sacred rebirth
make haste for too soon you will lay underground
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 8 reading list entries 0
comments 14 reads 698
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:50am by Ljdynamic
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:39am by brokentitanium
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:20am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
COMPETITIONS
Today 3:50am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:48am by cold_fusion
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:44am by cold_fusion