My response to dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar; the Rondel, has turned into an eco poem, inspired by a photograph I took on the way to a local beach.
The wheels of time turn,
Leaving behind worn out tyres
To rot, moulder and expire
By a roadside or on a pile to burn.
When will the human race learn
To raise itself up from the mire?
The wheels of time turn,
Leaving behind worn out tyres.
Amongst the grass and fern,
Tangled in weeds and briars,
Belching toxic smoke from bonfires,
Polluting our world without concern,
The wheels of time turn.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
“When will the human race learn / To raise itself up from the mire?”…i wonder too…nicely done…
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So much we know but never learned.. I find it amazing with all our knowledge we haven’t learned the simplest things.
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Its sad to see all these debris and waste in the roadside ~ I love the eco poem with the refraining line: The wheels of time turn. The ending puts a different twist to the “wheels of time” ~
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Well said!
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YES. Important things pondered here, and the form fits the subject well.
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What a strong message in your poem! Indeed when will the human race learn?
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Very effective ecopoetry as well as attention to the form. So upsetting to see people so selfishly lazy.
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It seems many people just don’t get it…sadly. I love your eco/Rondel…worked perfectly! Thanks for joining in.
Gayle ~
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Excellent combination of rondel and eco poem. You paint this sad picture so very well. It disturbs me, when on a lovely walk in the wild or by the coast, to suddenly find discarded garbage….Mother Earth must shed her tears also.
Very well done.
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Thank you for your comments 😊
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A call for action within an eloquently written rondel.
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Thank you 😊
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Now goes on..
human
time
trails
back..
forward noW on..
for we who are free..:)
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