Open Poetry #14 |
Cutting Corn |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
They are cutting corn… And like a scarecrow army The yellowed stalks stand In orderly rows, waiting, To be murdered By machines much larger Than themselves. I watch for a while As in quick pace, The trucks are loaded and leave… Return again… And wait… Like vultures to carry off The carrion. Memories of wars Seen from the nightly news, In depth reports on PBS, Or closer… Fill my mind And I must turn my head I must think of Something else. They are cutting corn, Only corn… I tell myself again. It's still hot… And sweat trickles between Shoulder blades and off My brow as I listen and watch. Diesel fumes and dust Wells up in my nose, As the sounds of roaring, Clanking machines Fills my ears Humid… And the sweet smell of Oozing corn mixes With acrid smells of Other times Other places They are only cutting corn… What has been planted, Grown, matured, Is now ripe and Must be harvested They are only cutting corn I tell myself Over and over But still I walk away And go inside To other sounds That do not Remind me Of then. |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
This sounds very much like a veteran's nightmare come to life.... An excellent poem... and if I am on the right track, then Thank You for what you gave to your country, because sounds like that are not something one can just "imagine..." |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
BRAVO!!! WOW, this is a very powerful poem indeed with excellent descriptions! I always feel that way too when I see people, machines, the world in action, I tend to think of all these things in different ways, through metaphor, like when I'm bowling a strike, I see a shrapnel hit a battleground, where when I see softer things, I'm always reminded of the girl of my dreams. You have amazing talent I enjoy so very much, Ron! More please! You have such a beautiful heart, dear friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I was going to ask you to confirm that Cpat Hair was the very same Capt. Hair that I recall from Papa's. However, I remember this poem with my whole heart and mind, and therefore, know. O get it? BRAVO! |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
All to often the sights and sounds of then intrude into our now. We awake, or move, or turn up the music whith seaty palms and unstable hands. Well done. Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. Philip Sidney (1554-1586) Loving in Truth |
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