Day in the Life of a Melted Plastic Soldier

press my pretty face in the green grass--
a growing layer of never-ending cloud cover--
searching for the smaller world
with my pretty face and the green grass

touch my fair fingers to the cold earth--
the perfect foundation for third-person encounters--
operas in earnest, no such thing as city light
with my fair fingers and the cold earth

expose my sunflower irises to solemn forms--
as transcendental yet as microscopic as myself--
wondering if realization is truly universal
with my sunflower iris's and solemn forms

manifest my bright mind to passive poetics--
internal analysis between simple and sublime--
with my face in grass, and hand on earth
The Sun snarls ferociously at my back.

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

I might need some explanation for this one (my mind is a bit slow right now), but I liked it. Love the descriptions and the use of repetition, tying up each stanza all neatly and nicely. Great use of language/phrasing as usual. Only thing I would change would be *irises*. Otherwise, wouldn't touch it. Great job. c:

-Coral-

[Charles]

Very nice imagery.

Did you purposefully leave off the repetition of the last stanza? (a and d)

[Nova]

Beautiful Imagery!!
I absolutely loved this piece :]
It has a very nice set up.
I'm weird, but...I can't help thinking of an ant while reading this ^^

[Ruth]

Absolutely adore the title love! Surreal lol Love it!
This is all encompassing! Full circle, impact!
This is beautifully written hon! The warmth within this is healing, cathartic, moving and thats just the reader lmao
A stunning poem!
Great wording, the infusion of nature with this is dream like, truly beautiful
xx

[Moonflower]

I loved the imagery of sunflower iris's and the repeated lines were simple and unique, This had depth and mystery with an easy flow. Beautiful work all together.

[Marie Harrison]

I'm fascinated by the last stanza of this poem for some reason. Must all poets have their face in the grass, hand on earth and have the sun snarling at our back to manifest our minds to interpret between simple and sublime poetry? Is that the perfect foundation for third person encounters?

Part of me thinks it is. To disassociate our selves from the world inorder for deep thinking. To briefly seperate ourselves from outside influence to figure out the deeper meanings of life and our humanilty.

What an extrodinary poem. I love the creative imagery and it's thought provoking nature.

[Kesha]

Such beautiful imagery! I couldn't stop reading it! Such a wonderful flow and words just precise! :) A great read!

[Coyote Poetry]

The language and the beautiful words made this tale come alive. The description of the area and the detail made this a powerful poem. I like the feel and emotion of this poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Lilly]

nice piece - i like the use of repitition in the beginning and end of the first few stanzas