If I must inflict my poetry on others, I will simply resurrect the following from the "Post Your Poetry" thread. It is "about" something that anyone who lives in the Southern U.S. should recognize.
Green Violence
Transplanted, as were our forebears Finding new life in the red clay A manic growth that holds us In the summer heat That draws us back when we wander
It softens and hides the shapes of The hills, as our accent softens our words And conceals the iron underneath An explosion of green violence, Overwhelming and unstoppable as our passions Makes fantasy monsters of trees whose ancestors Witnessed true monstrosity
It covers all equally- The groundhog burrow and the slave shack The Chevrolet Grandma and Grandpa drove to Ringgold to get married Not a native, yet inseparable from Our image of ourselves A part of us now, That covers all, forgives all, grows as our Children grow, Not always as we wish, but as it must Climbing too high, spreading too far, reaching through The fences we build.
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The dreams down here aren't broken, nah, they're walkin' with a limp...
The best-dressed newt in Mournhold.
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