Famine

Cherry

By amlee

Sun, 24 May 2015
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So this is famine.
Yellow sun a dull, drab drench
upon fields of indifferent gold.
Silvery moonbeams richochet
off brittled leaves falling cantankerous
into rancid pools, where fish once flew
but now fly corpses line the stench
of an unforgiving soil.
 
I chase the shadow of your frame
down corridors of azalean fires;
in the sugared sandiness of pears
slick slipping down parched throats;
behind the screech of jaded parakeets
poor imitating our song.
While Time marches dogged 
in a minor key, spraying black notes 
across my bass clef dreams.
 
And I am lost in
the numbness of stilled air,
when Silence, bewildered, ponders
its own white noise.
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Submitted by Bee on

I've been thinking a lot about this subject today. Your poem portrays it rawly and beautifully.

Bee

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

thought this was absolutely beautiful writing, the alliterative run of sugared sandiness of pears
slick slipping down, time spraying black notes, lots to appreciate here, images powerfully conveyed through lovely, harsh, intricate words combinations :-)

 

Submitted by amlee on

Thank you Bee and Stephen for kind comments.  And Editors for lovely cherries! 
: )

Andrée 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Beautifully appealing to all of the senses. Starts off deceptively simply and then get more and more complex, structurally different to most poetry and really enjoyable.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Wonderful imagery, the very edge of life. Fantastic poem.