“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.” – Oscar Wilde
Postcard image, by the sea;
Seen different by others idiosyncrasy.
Nature untamed, burgeoning and free.
Beauty ruled under Queen’s decree
A beautiful palette of purple and green,
But then they came in their ghastly machines.
Nestled beside the beach, an exquisite scene;
To desecrate the splendour that has been.
I wrote this poem after an area of great natural beauty near me was destroyed; it was written to bring attention to the unfortunate incident. After a number of tries I wasn’t able to get it published in a local tabloid, therefore I decided to post it here instead.
(Please do not copy or reproduce this poem without permission)
There is a new 25 word writing competition, on the theme of ‘Childhood’. It may be a personal account or just a fictional piece; similarly, it may also take any form.
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