Plastic bags in feisty flight,
In the deeps not so bright,
What witless hand or eye,
Could frame thy immortal symmetry?
What dreams and hopes inspired,
Oblivious of the Nature’s ire,
To drag the world into a charming hell,
Where day and night tolls the knell?
And what mind and what brain,
Could design thee to be omnipresent?
The summit of Everest and polar caps,
Skip their heart beat, pant and gasp.
When marine lives choke and die,
The giant gyre of litter* sighs.
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who wrote poems make thee?
Plastic bags in feisty flight,
In the deeps not so bright,
What witless hand or eye,
Dare frame thy immortal symmetry?
[I used William Blakes poem The Tyger as my inspiration for today’s prompt]
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Plastic Bags @ Poets United Midweek Motif
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