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CARNAGE
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Riding perimeters
of groves in his ancient truck,
I saw the rows of
peach carnage, speeding
passage, through a windshield
caked with old splattered mud.
Mud: something I hadn't seen
since my birthday
two years ago come next week,
when the world around me
still held a semblance of green.
With my dad driving,
weathered brow furrowed like the
rows of his tinder-dried fields
giving up the ghost,
the spectrum of futures, dying.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
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Riding perimeters
of groves in his ancient truck,
I saw the rows of
peach carnage, speeding
passage, through a windshield
caked with old splattered mud.
Mud: something I hadn't seen
since my birthday
two years ago come next week,
when the world around me
still held a semblance of green.
With my dad driving,
weathered brow furrowed like the
rows of his tinder-dried fields
giving up the ghost,
the spectrum of futures, dying.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
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Published 20th Jun 2016
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20th Jun 2016 5:50pm
Fine work Jade! I like dystopian tales even if the future's looking none to bright. The dad doesn't sound like any Mad Max, just a man trying to survive, maybe protect his daughter. This is grim and powerful work. Good luck in the comp!
21st Jun 2016 4:43am
Thank you so much, and yes, I know what you mean, about themes dystopian. The weather: the temps lately, bring it out from my pen. It hit 120F here today!
Jadey
( roasting to a crisp )
Jadey
( roasting to a crisp )
20th Jun 2016 6:20pm
Beautiful imagery, Jade.
It carries the reader with it
through the documentation
of your memories.
It carries the reader with it
through the documentation
of your memories.
21st Jun 2016 4:47am
Thank you, dear Ahavati... with your words giving me respite from a torturously hot day.
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21st Jun 2016 4:52am
Ooh thank you so much Ms Aemelia, and how lovely to see you here, honoring my humble ink.
21st Jun 2016 00:03am
it says something about the passing of peaches & prosperity.
seeds of sorrow...
seeds of sorrow...
21st Jun 2016 5:00am
Thank you John, yes sir:
A passing of what a girl had once known as permanence.
A passing of what a girl had once known as permanence.
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26th Jun 2016 9:44pm
Ohh thank you, dear soul, it's wonderful to have you drop by and share.
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