Flee the blaze,
verbal warriors weapons raised
Linguistic mortar set a flight,
shrapnel slices the ear
Besieged.
The salt pillars allure.
No turning back now.
Forged by tongue, future uncertain
now present, tense
Compiled, compounded
bewildered, confounded
Vivid thought, lightning strikes
thunderous silence, now bought
The field now empty,
table now bursting
May this end in accord.
-J.G.Smith (05/30/05)
1 comment:
You are getting GOOD! The word choice is really great (love the title) and the spacing is impeccable. That "Besieged" just hanging on its own (with the period after to give it a sense of finality and isolation is GREAT GREAT GREAT). Mmmhm. I LIKE this one.
And the "Compiled, compounded/ bewildered, confounded" . . . that struck me (in a good way).
Not sure about the last line of the poem (though I admit it's clever) . . . something missing I think.
Yep, this is good.
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