Monday, April 04, 2011

MAGPIE TALE: Tears and Smoke

A return to the Magpie Tales after a couple weeks' absence
Why'd you stick your eyes in my smoke if you knew it might make them burn?
I've no pity for your pain and need to smolder and smudge my own aches away.
Let your tears flow as they must and let my little clouds rise on its own.And to think you came from the land of smudge pots and citrus.
Smokey winter nights on the edge of the desert and a banana tree
in the basement hidden like a refugee or pock-marked lover.
You came from that land of questionable icons, each with a Salem or Marlboro
lit and shrouding their calls for flag waving and stoicism.
The passion of the pastels has come with the season.
Some embryo shell dipped and shellacked to be hidden and found,
a sullen reward for a chase whose purpose remains elusive.

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At 9:43 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I enjoyed the first stanza very much. Great poem!

At 10:02 AM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Thanks. Guess I'm not positive it's a poem, but it is what it is.

At 1:01 PM, Blogger Trellissimo said...

The first image and its words would have been enough for this Magpie prompt...

At 2:43 PM, Blogger Steve Isaak said...

Interesting and intense, good read.

At 11:30 AM, Blogger HyperCRYPTICal said...

Strong thoughts, strong words. Like it!

Anna ;o]

At 8:21 AM, Blogger Templeton's fury said...

great writing...thanks for that

At 5:19 PM, Blogger Donna B said...

Wow, wow, passionate and intense. Loved the anger and sarcasm.


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