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Ghouta Blues
Fall's canvas graces the air
as orange spices tease our tongues
cocooning skin against the chilly tunes
of the season's winds.
even the trees shed their summer's sins
while ours lay hidden
under layers of warm thoughts
and denial mittens
singing empty promises
to the tombs of the forgotten.
far away,
seep the aromas of Hades' tokens
flinging pieces of the sun against the heads of children
hopes set aflame faster than an arsonist's playpen.
they,
hastily dig resting places and pray for a quick end
i, sip my cinnamon treat while you hold imaginary lives
in your cyber kingdom
they,
almost forget how to giggle and smell cordite-less autumn flavors
we, forget that being mute today
will blind others tomorrow
when Hades' lands on our shores
and S.O.S's are ignored by 'fellow' humans...
Published 8th Oct 2013
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10th Oct 2013 2:59am
Really truly enjoyed this. It was powerful yet had a smooth grace to it." Even the trees shed their summer's sins While ours lay hidden under layers of warm thoughts and denial mittens" that was the climax of the poem for me...this was a treat, keep up the good work.
10th Oct 2013 3:34am
10th Oct 2013 3:56am
My pleasure. Being mute today, will blind other's tomorrow. Ok maybe that's the climax but the other one I quoted is still my favorite part lol, so much wisdom packed in here. Everyone is just desensitized, blinded by their own bs, it was nice to sip on this piece a bit.
