As Outcast and Forecast
As some surf sculptured flotsam flung
from shore to stormy sea,
as jetsam leaf on life’s tree hung
from fate’s branch hinge, torn free.
As date, as anniversary,
from calendar expunged,
as sailor smit by siren’s see
in swirling ocean plunged.
As broken toy, forgotten, cast
aside some summer day,
abandoned by spite’s child who fast
found other ploy to play.
As voter, duty done, expelled
by politician snide
who cared more for positions held
than bridging deep divide.
As damsel in distress, no knight,
reflecting on love lost,
rejected by some parasite
who’d calculate cash cost.
As bloom precocious whose delight
is pinched by early frost
or stemmed by scissors expedite
in cut glass vase fast tossed.
As endless treason season’s plight
on land none cultivate,
whose soil pollution spoiled despite
a fertile womb to sate.
As rock, protective ice-cap stripped
by rival's global warming,
fresh water drained, soul tainted, whipped,
ripped heart, unheeded warning.
As vintage wine which once was laid
in atmosphere protected,
but thence withdrawn, to be displayed
turned tart, tight tannic wrecked it.
As troubled mind no music may
relieve from woes too great,
find no reprieve when far away
love slips to leave cold grate.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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