Thursday, July 9, 2009

A frustrated lament

Once a tough minded tree
Reaching for the skies,
Her raised arms,
leave an unprotected trunk
Susceptible to the axe police.

Cuts on the surface,
Thrusts into the psyche,
She tries not to crumble,
Sheathed in a leafy wrap....
As Ill laden clouds,
Threaten the mind,
"You dare not grow
without me,
No standing at ease
Just a life long 'Attention!'...."

And as gardeners, and greeners
watch in despair,
She becomes a Sunflower,
blindly following
a lying sun
in connivance with the clouds,
Eyes wide shut,
The mind as blank
As a sheet covering a sofa,
Constantly wiped creaseless,
destroying reality,
A deafening deadness of mind.....

And the burning sun
Peers from behind
the murderous cloud,
and rejoices,
As one more layer of her mind
and dies.....

No comments:

Post a Comment