Where once a solid form existed
there's nothing left but shard.
Tangled remnants, split and twisted,
tossed without regard.
.
Earth ripped and roughly gashed.
Features stripped and shattered.
Levees broken, structures smashed,
strewn about and scattered.
.
And in amongst this mangled mess,
there stands a man forlorn:
too numb to feel distress;
too tired to weep or mourn.
.
At crisis points, when faith is shaken,
it's then, when man feels most forsaken.
.
© Tim Grace, 18 March 2011
Revised: 25 October 2023
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for April 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (April 2024 – Gerrie Paino's “Night Train”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC24Apr.jpg?ssl=1
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This was so poignant. Fantastic poem!