Mushroom, A Fibonnacci Poem

Posted on May 6, 2011 by emanita01

Mushroom

Look,
a
mushroom’s
ash greyness
smothers the blue sky.

It rises menacingly higher;
doesn’t block the sun, yet no hope does this inspire.

For among its particles of grey amasses man-made evil.  Molecules hidden

from our eye’s view,  this invisible enemy enters …frightening minds… freezing souls.

Seeping into…polluting…killing…  all living things.

From a science once applauded…
Now, freed… in our air.

No  time  to
berate
too
late.

©M. Anita Bailey

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About emanita01

I am a Franco-american woman who hails from Massachusetts. I live in France near the Swiss border, only minutes away from Geneva. I am a member of the Geneva Writers Group and the Association La Forge, a literary group based in France. I write stories, poems and am currently working on a couple of plays, a one-woman show and a dramatized poem.
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