Monday, March 26, 2012

Death on the Desert


image borrowed from bing

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:

Shawna said...

Loved this section, Glenn:

"in the bestial almond chamber
of my fevered mind,

the dun smoke clouds carob-drenched"

Excellent poem.

rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Natasha Head said...

This was freaking fantastic!

Anonymous said...

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

Ginny said...

Wow--your description is so thick--I really like the alliteration, "disheveled disturbed" and "stalwart stamen" especially. And the last line is simply wonderful.

Mama Zen said...

Excellent write. The first stanza is incredible.

Anonymous said...

Violent and gritty and excellent. Lots of hard sounds. Echoes of your epic "Love Hurts".

Yousei Hime said...

Another unique weaving of Shawna's words. Enjoyed it.