The taste of the rain changes
losing the tang of salt
to take on the edge of metal
Glaciers crack like gunshots
as they crash down mountains
to flood the valleys.
Dazzling heat burns
migraines into tired heads
blurs our vision.
Darkness no longer smells
of honeysuckle
but of death.
Originally posted in 2006 for the Poetry Thursday theme of synaesthesia
Well, it may be last week's theme, but it was worth waiting for - now I'm off to Alter Ego to check out your other poem.
ReplyDeleteLove that opening line, and what follows certainly lives up to the beginning. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteI like the way that the stanzas inform each other and the ambiguities. I've read it 3 or 4 times and it is still fresh. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis poem makes me think of global warming
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza is killer.
ReplyDeleteHI everyone, thanks for your comments.
ReplyDeleteMy backyard - I was thinking of global warming when I wrote it! (and acid rain).
Twitches - in more ways than one!
nicely done
ReplyDelete"Darkness no longer smells
of honeysuckle
but of death."
the last stanza is my favorite
i like to consider (morbid as it seems here) the smell of death. especially when paired with honeysuckle. a pairing i've not ever experienced. makes death seem sweet.
__ So many are in that -trance- heedless to our pending dissolve. _m
ReplyDeleteheat crawls
through this granet trance
penguins sweat
Hello, I agree with the comment above. This reminds me of Global Warming.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Happy Wednesday, enjoy your day!
A perfect description of what is happening. Also, a very powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteA powerful poem, Juliet. Thank you for re-posting.
ReplyDeleteJan Fabre's "bones and glass" exhibition is in Venezia. The theme is the environment - bird skeletons and glass skulls the make point. I chose to photograph a woodpecker and put it on my blog to drive the point home. Thanks to blogger Magyar for making the connection for me to your poem!
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