by annaswirls
I enjoyed the construction of this and, as ever, the voice.
I enjoy the hell out of writing where the journey is more important than the destination. This is one hell of a journey. Makes you want to scream 'From Barnes and Noble'
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I've come back to this poem several times over the last few days. It's sinking in, now. :) Not sure what's sinking in, but I'm seeing some images. I really hate to like a poem and not be sure why. Darn, what a difficult poem to comment on.
in Xanadu you bought me dates
the black abada type
that grow only in dry creek beds
with the promise of winter water
crashing down in sudden floods
to a land thankful for the monsoon passion
as for all the rest, the hot tea and cardomom
I was always up for something new
my problem was that I could not skate
and i looked ridiculous in pink leg warmers
could be me, sorry I missed the ride, I'll hedge my bet here with a 5. You have seem to have some nice things going on, but I'm not getting where they came from, or where they are going. As I said, could be me.
When I ran out of wares
I melted the sand into glass
sun spark prisms pot of gold.
When I cashed in the gold,
"Of Jewels and Horses!"
"For God, Mammon and Country!"
"From Barnes and Noble!"
lovely imagery and quite fun to read
Mentioned in today's new poem reviews