Tombstones, they were
grave in their expression of
what was thrown away with
wild abandon:
green and lush and poisonously gorgeous,
given up for pleasures all
here-and-now,
microwaveble dinners and drive thru coffee,
instant gratification generation
generating
cold, artless towers of
self-destruction.
"Intangible and
not fully realized until
there was nothing left
to cherish."
Author notes
necropolis:
http://bp2.blogger.com/_mk-LiBhV7-M/R-18HNXDk2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/bH_KAV7PJjs/s1600-h/necropolis.jpg, İFred Einaudi
A contest entry
- grotesque paintings from a grotesque mind by louder than bombs.
300 points, ended July 30, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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[deep formal bow]
Every once in a while, you just do something really good. This is one. Second and last verse. I typed them up and hung them on my wall together as "excerpts from [the piece]" by Kendal Baldwin, 2008.
Chilling, as well, and true. Brainwashed. And liking it.
~Ladee
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did you know...
that the last verse is from something else of mine? (Tightrope, I believe.)
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Interesting. Very nice imagery. Some of the thoughts seem incomplete, as if the reader is led but does not reach the conclusion. Otherwise, this is a very nice read.
Well wishes in the contest.
Thank you for sharing.
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Beautiful. The last two stanzas flow very well. You have a new fan
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