Platonic urea droplets stagger
down your nose to land
in upper-lip shrubbery,
as drunk as thermometers
getting high.
And for a brief moment
you envision strained hairlines
and desperation's tip dipped
in bitter recycling cups.
That brief moment when
mirages flow
before bubbling and
vaporizing.
Author notes
prompt: the cactus is dead
but that's because
you abandoned this house
and took the last water bottle
by crivanea http://allpoetry.com/poem/5681543
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Comments
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This is neat!
Yes, i like the metaphore, especially of the first stanza. Cool stuff poet.
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Hey that reminds me of a poem I read by one of my favorites recently... the prompt that is. I can't remember exactly who.. penman maybe... hmmmm. Not sure. But I do remember it because it really stood out to me.
You really used imagery and metaphor well in this one... I got thta you were describing a mirage in this one. Great job. Thanks for sharing this with us!
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Oh a Reserve. please let me know when you are done with this so that I can give it a proper comment.
Thanks
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