Pearl

by Colm   Aug 29, 2011


The sweet stickiness of strawberry jam
was the air of the airport, and on -
driving along an asphalt avenue
of lights, motorbike convoys, blue signs,
as the breezing wilderness
waited in the coal beyond.

By day, sandstone streets stretched.
Like a tapas dish - tourists and teachers,
short men, dusty women, disinterested children,
courted a sea of salt-less scent.

But being as I once was, apricot-tinted,
flitting in a summer of grasshoppers,
gum trees and trains, was being little
pearl in the red, dead earth.

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  • 12 years ago

    by christopher

    Colm this poem is confusing. depth of this poem has turned into confusion and that simplicity us mortals search for is missing, nevertheless the colour and smells are uplifting and reassruing, i feel you got lost somewhere through the centre of this poem.

  • 12 years ago

    by xoxShorteexox

    Yeah, this poem required a lot of thinking on my part. I love poems that require a lot of thinking sometimes because then you're searching for a deeper meaning that sometimes only few can find.

    5/5

    -Heather

  • 12 years ago

    by BlueJay

    This is interesting and very creative. The imagery is awesome, the theme is really cool. There us a flow and an amazing word choice. The author's voice is really very clear, and I think that this piece is excellent..

  • 12 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    What a beautiful imagery ... really enjoyed reading it :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    Very beautiful. I love the imagery and the colors you penned. I'm a sucker for a color theme in poetry.

    Connie

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