Poem -
The Last Island
The Last Island
Burning sand slithers down my throat
Only to bury what a dead man once wrote
Silver skeletons smoking with the priest of pain
How do you shame a peaceful love?
Islands made of giant raspberries
Ocean waves dance around our toes
Birds play in the dirt while I hunt the sun
Let the soldiers come to town.
I worry about the baboons drum
Pirates rum
Yes the jungle is raped tonight
Tomorrow I might leave with a honey bees gold
A native memory I was to the prince of thieves
I missed the punch to your heart
Watch my dragons tail wipe your tears.
© 2017 Randle Allshouse Jr.
Comments
Cheers Randall;
-I really enjoyed your metaphorical imageries that are very demonstratively descriptive and also, very definitively expressive.
-though I enjoyed your poem very much because of its artistic beatification of a fantasy dream created in relevancy to reality, I must admit, that I was somewhat thrown off by the conceptual theme. I found it wasn't clear to me and could you help?
Thanks for sharing and take care and always have a good one.
Alex
There really wasn't one lol. Just images for this poem. Most of mine do have a general theme though.
"How do you shame a peaceful love", you asked, Randle?
Well, I've found that infidelity works quite well.
Uncompromising attitude coupled with a violent demeanor works too, although those types of things can get you arrested.
I liked the alliteration and consonance in this scathing piece.
Keep those creative candles burning bright...
~Dean Kuch
Thanks
Sure, anytime...