The River Cries No More.

Green Thoughts.

These trees fall on their knees for you,
systematically, they are devoured
and with white picket grins
we pick our teeth with their bones.

Can you hear them?
Butterflies the color of fire,
They are screaming
tears drip from iridescent eyes,
I imagine they taste like nectar.

There are eyes that live in the river
they weep no more salt
the waves,
they plot like politicians
to swallow us whole.

Do you blame them?

Reviews

[Vain Apocalypse]

It's a disjointed sequence of personification and imagery that I find quite charming. The third and fourth are the wittiest lines. "Picket grins" works both as an effective imagery of a fence-like row of grinning teeth as well as an allusion to protest, representative of the political turmoil surrounding the topic matter; the sound "pick" also repeats thereafter, making for a nice rhythmic word choice. Another strong point is the comparison of waves to plotting politicians, which made me grin.

[MarkGMelvin]

wow

[PianoandPage]

god. this was tragic and haunting and seductive. i was visualizing this as your writing is absolutely vivid. made me think of something tim burton could have produced.

only critique would be to separate the three examples of nature by a space to make it a little more readable.

other than that... absolutely fanastic. especially the white picket grins..... omg. i'm jealous of that one.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Thats an earthquaking piece of poetry.... so powerful of a statement you make here... we do really take advantage of our earth's resources... A well done rant.