Cloudy green
Lush Forest, made
of the stuff
dreams are made of,
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you start off so well at then keep that pace going the title was even good ' Progress (a concrete jungle) ' great write
This poem reminds me a little of a poem I wrote in defiance of progress titled, 'Back In the Day.' Certainly, at some point progress loses its 'pro.' Good write! Brian
A woeful and wistful lament about the linkages between nature and man-made development; interestingly connecting the word 'jungle' with that of both. Noted the subtle bitterness of the narrator as she proclaims that skyscrapers scrape the sky, a metaphor to show how our 'development' affects and inflicts damage upon that which is of nature. A nice read. - K.
well said, creative and to the point. pertinent social commentary artfully expressed. 'of the long and dreary process we call development' great line - I call it the manufactured ecosystem. I also have a poem titled 'progress'