Open Poetry #1 |
The Concrete Jungle |
Cam New Member
since 1999-08-19
Posts 2Auckland, New Zealand |
There lies a jungle of twisted bone Whose roots suck dry the drying earth Writhing spires pierce the dust choked sky Heaven wails as clouds give way To a storm of tears that blister and burn And in this jungle's darkened heart An army of laborers curse and shake To build a glistening tower of a thousand jewels A silent God of ensorcelled gold As the sickened sun whimpers and dies A thousand fires haunt the dark Whose frozen embrace chills and echoes But a promised warmth of cold false light Ages from now there are those that will ponder What strange beasts lurked admidst this place Who wrought great palaces of blackened steel Yet left of themselves no hint nor trace |
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Sue Member
since 1999-08-04
Posts 383France |
Very powerful, some beautiful descriptive phrases. I particularly like "As the sickened sun whimpers and dies" |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cam I agree with Sue. good job. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Very good! Great imagery! Welcome to the family! |
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