tell it to the darkness
in the cave of existence
whisper what you saw to the wall of painted protest
the white bear standing lost on a landscape gone green
an ocean filled with plastic pours and printed promises
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water everywhere
seeping up through the grip of your lost toes
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your thirst will force you to imbibe
the fish of forgotten
as extinction inches up the corner of your thigh
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cry foul and you’ll be silenced
by the nownownow
of tomorrow’s impossible exigence
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grab a brush dipped in gone and wash away
the last canary
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light a fire in the oil that skims every surface
illuminate destruction with a ring of false keep
raise your hands high and tell your last story
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i can see i can see i can see
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 24th, 2014 at 9:26 am
I am seeing a forceful and dark forecast of a tomorrow that has arrived this morning.
April 24th, 2014 at 9:47 am
you light good fires. i can see also. but please, no last story. ever. ever.
April 24th, 2014 at 12:11 pm
Excellent imagery and ideas. I like the inventiveness of this poem – the juxtaposition of the qualities are fascinating.
April 24th, 2014 at 1:06 pm
loved the white bear… great visual with this
April 24th, 2014 at 2:49 pm
Beautiful. A subtle protest poem. I liked your approach very much and read this before I wrote mine. I went another way – pure imagery. I guess it’s just what I do. I don’t say much but I do paint pictures. (Never really sure I should be a poet). This is very skilled.
April 24th, 2014 at 8:18 pm
I don’t know how you do it . . . being able to write every day and creating such masterpieces too.
April 25th, 2014 at 1:18 pm
Love this mixture of words to draw attention and emotion to an inconvenient truth. I’m in awe at your creative mind that just keeps creating.
April 26th, 2014 at 2:24 am
it is to darkness that we tell our secrets, yes? ~