A grain of need
nestled
in the oyster.
A grain, a seed
that germs
a sick soil weed.
A grain that bleeds
blue black
cloistered commerce
and feeds hunger
to swollen hunger
to harvest greed.
Written for Kerry's Mini-Challenge and submitted to Open Link Monday at Real Toads.
Monday, October 20, 2014
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
16 comments:
Such a mixed breed seed of greed and even need. http://www.looseleafnotes.com/2014/10/a-moon-without-a-spoon/
This is a powerful mix of word and thought. Your masterful use of language creates the undercurrent of a dark truth we are faced with on a daily basis.
Powerful words indeed, Brian, and you are a master of the language! Wonderful! Have a great week!!
Forgive me MZ!!! I just came from Brians blog and my brain wasn't following me -- obviously!! But you are indeed a master of the language!!
A super powerful poem, MZ, especially the close. k.
A super powerful poem, MZ, especially the close. k.
A harvest of greed is the worst kind of harvest. And yet it seems to be the most prevalent kind. I was struck by the strength and importance of your words.
http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-2014-day-20.html
The slight changes in the first three stanza create a growing distress of where our world is heading...
And that last stanza knocked me out. Stark reality.
This is dark but, sadly, true. I like how you managed to convey a very strong message with subtle language.
: is selfish: me my mine: the world is my oyster: a fabulous black pearl worth its weight in slaughter. Amen.
The harvest season, feed the world. And the oyster is so pure and innocent...
Excellent-- especially the mid-section ("a seed that germs a sick soil weed. A grain that bleeds blue black") and the closing.
A capsule of truth that effects all of us
So much said with so little. Always sharp and to the point. I am always thrilled reading your poetry.
So...soy beans are out?
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