January 30, 2014

His style can be a farce, an insect instinct
to bite and bite hard—
as if you were a piece of chop meat—
now charred.
Her style can be like a dog who wants off its chain
to wage war against diaphanous gowns,
torn silk shirts, a perfume, the rain—
anything with a license for renown.
Imagine, his grace found in an abscess of fear.
Imagine her plan to let all her children disappear
in darkness. How could they know that one is always
alone, that under the earth is a land
where love is lost or stolen every day,
and that their landscape had turned to sand?


3 Responses to “Landscape”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Thanks John and Anna. I do try not to be so bleak and depressing. Tell me, does’ Penelope on the Beach’ redeem things?
    And Happy Valentine’s Day.

  2. John Stevens Says:

    My, but that’s a bleak prospect Jim! Intensely felt, by the reader; vividly imagined by the writer. Very strong stuff.
    ” How could they know that one is always alone?” – that leaves it’s mark!

  3. Anna Mark Says:

    For me the “punch” is in the last lines, the question. It is interesting because knowledge of that land under the earth could lead the poem to two different endings. The voice of the poet sees their landscape (their love) as a desert, but he and she…they still see green? and would they still see green if they saw that truth “under the earth”? What can change a desert into an oasis? What a poem.

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