10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
They aim their tarnished cannons, Precisely read outdated canons Aloud to the masses; As I sit upon grass Fingering a dry pistol That chased away ants, Hydrated daisies, Stung the burned backs of fleeing, Tearful children echoed happiness -- Trapped laughter hung on tree limbs, Detached by gentle, carefree breezes sending higher Solubles to the blue patches and white drifters inhaling, Until grey-black unload their h2o pellets like bombs upon a Silenced planet. Groggy, a sobering sun emerges, dries The scene where we return to play, after hours listening To the interrupted radio bemoaning a world somehow in decay. I sit my tenderness upon the fertile ground, shadowed By black-rust cannons, as incited canons obtrude, To wonder upon a glaring, misunderstood sun And ask, 'why must it be this way?' 5.26.21 6.5.21 edit Loosely applied logic to the world we live in today (History teaches us...history teaches us?). Is it so uncivilized that we've forgotten how to play? I wrote this in under ten minutes. Another five to edit. Done. Really worked hard to get obtrude in there, thought not sure if syntactically correct? |