Engines, Sputtering In Unison

By lupus tenebrae

Engines, sputtering in unison, defile
the whist calm of a sprawling meadow

much like how a lone heckler spoils
a symphony with their outrage:

Nature's dulcet chorus, long
since swallowed by the oblivious

bustling of man, uttering nary
a syllable in edgewise,

far too demure for her own good.

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Published on Friday, July 3, 2015. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

A phenomenon I noticed while taking my daily walk through the park.

Comments on "Engines, Sputtering In Unison"

A former member wrote: This piece is beyond beautiful. There are so many things in this world that go unappreciated especially when it comes to nature. Great job!