Sleep, lying in dry river beds
Sold rapidly, buy the shore banks
Brains washed from corporate heads
Dried and neatly styled on fuel tanks
Rippled, ragged breaths of ashen air
Smog saturated sludge and stench
Precipitations drought and bare
Floating plastic water bottles’ island’s quench
External thermostat control is diplomatic
Hemisphere and atmosphere are fastened
Kings and Queens of trepid arid Earth
Dust harvests of genetically modified stock
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. Ode to a Christmas Pudding O fragrant orb of dark and luscious depths Made with magic conjured every year...
What a wonderful story you’ve told us! I especially enjoyed the conversation between the river and the sea.
What a wonderful concept and way of personally addressing natural relationships. With word usage like "oversoon" and "particolored," they blend…
Brava Margaret. Your beautiful use of form and imagery shines through, as always. I love how you've combined the best…
Oh, Margaret! This is so beautiful and moving. I don't know why it reminds me of the hymn 'Brother, sister,…
Thank you, for reading it. That was the line that kicked off the poem in my head. I guess that's…
There is a sense of the surreal in this poem, and almost like a Dali or Magritte image painted (or in this case expressed) for our imagination, and all wrapped up in an environmental and placement contradiction. I enjoyed it. Thank you.