Greed

My bloodstained iris lies concealed behind a sun-kissed silhouette
while the jungle spews winged soldiers in single file
and watches with ample sorrow
as they march into dawn; ivy linking clocks,
spewing time into a timeless box -
where tended cries are a thing of the past
and my greedy heart rots
in the grip of some kind of incubus.

Time appears as a cascading rainbow;
at the end dangles gold and diamonds and jasmine velvets,
only rainbows are made of gossamer,
light, delicate, and fragile,
conquered by a film of dust
that's fond of settling on pretty things.

Until its crank is thwarted
time will keep falling sideways,
only faltering every now and then
to astonish passerbys
and challenge them to cross its broken spectrum;
because gold is an irresistible motive to do most anything.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem weave a fantasy like tale at the beginning and the ends with a note of how we as humans chase money. This poem is so detailed and flows delicately till the end. It allowed me to picture all these fantasy like pictures in my mind. You did a great job on using the words for creative poetry group this week.