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Death on the Desert
There is a monstrous fire raging
in the bestial almond chamber
of my fevered mind,
the dun smoke clouds carob-drenched
on the flat alkaline horizon, as I
gleefully crush this lemon-tinted
cactus flower in my clenched fist,
its stalwart stamen writhing for life,
its soil encrusted root hanging,
just a disheveled disturbed tuberous
cantilever, hacked from the earth,
preparing to become the next
succulent spector, its violet pulsing
aura just beginning to emerge.
Glenn Buttkus
March 2012
listed as #2 over at Monday Melting 10
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7 comments:
Loved this section, Glenn:
"in the bestial almond chamber
of my fevered mind,
the dun smoke clouds carob-drenched"
Excellent poem.
rosemarymint.wordpress.com
This was freaking fantastic!
I'm back for another reading, and now this is my favorite part:
"its violet pulsing
aura just beginning to emerge"
Death and rebirth are fascinating concepts. Of course, there are a few varied applications for this poem and its masterfully woven meanings.
~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com
Wow--your description is so thick--I really like the alliteration, "disheveled disturbed" and "stalwart stamen" especially. And the last line is simply wonderful.
Excellent write. The first stanza is incredible.
Violent and gritty and excellent. Lots of hard sounds. Echoes of your epic "Love Hurts".
Another unique weaving of Shawna's words. Enjoyed it.
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