A puff of smoke conceals itself
in the cloud that hangs in his eyes,
As early jets trace lines on a geometric sky
rising blue as a thought, sprawling out
beyond the shattered windows of failing hopes,
and the coughing spasm of this broken city.
Face to faded stars, he begs the moon for time,
but the arrow of that bright bow
already bloodies the mighty East.
Author notes
as my hero Edward Abbey says, "growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell."
Inspired by Floorboards' poem "greenhouse"
A contest entry
- Poem Inspired by Floorboards.
1100 points, ended May 28, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Another excellent poem. Thank you so much for entering and good luck.
Floorboards. -
Staggering amounts of vivid imagery abound. Splendid post, and may you do well.
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"As early jets trace lines on a geometric sky
rising blue as a thought, sprawling out
beyond the shattered windows of failing hopes,"
What a visual image to remember. Makes me want to look into the bluest of skies, and hitch-hike a ride on that jet.
As I continue into this work I become melancholy and a bit saddened. Yes, there is much destruction in the East, and my prayer is that someday we can all lay down our arms and be at peace.
I wish you well in the challenge!
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Wow....It has been a pleasure reading all the entries in the contest so far.....I can see your thoughts here....nice job!
Good luck!
Bear -
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