The Sunday Muse
archaic wisdom
groans under the debris of
the concrete jungle.
twisted steel and glass
burns the skin of sweat and tears
capitalists rule.
the silent mother
chained and choked with smog and greed
birthed heartless hoarders.
Participating in : The Sunday Muse
A stunning group of Senryu! Cheers.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen :)
DeletePowerful poetry here Sunita!! A gorgeous piece of heart and poetry! Always glad to see you at the Muse!
ReplyDeleteI am blessed to find this amazing place to express my thoughts, Carrie. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for such a creative place of like minded poets :)
DeleteA very satisfying read -short, sweet and to the point. Thank you.:-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Jinksy. Much appreciated :)
DeleteGreat series on anomie.
ReplyDeleteTo be honest, I don't know if this form of writing poetry is called Anomie. Thank you Lisa for enlightening about a new form :)
DeleteWe hoard and we hoard. Hoards of Babylon!
ReplyDeleteThe biggest hoarders who are never satisfied :)
DeleteThe last verse, my favourite
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💜love
Thank you, Gillena. Stay safe :)
DeleteNice trio of Senryū. Don't you just choke on those heartless hoarders, the Silent Mother should have spoken up.]
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There is no space for a Mother to fight back. The individuals are at a point of no return :)
DeleteAmen.
ReplyDeleteOuch. This is a visceral set of verses.
ReplyDeleteYes, the world we live!
DeleteOh, these are powerful. I especially love the last one.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie :)
DeleteLove, "heartless hoarders".
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
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