Poem :The Void Deck Rhapsody
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The Void Deck Rhapsody
Sometimes the neighborÂ’s dog
Barks at the thundering rain
Like a bone
Strung away, unreachable.
The cats in my precinct
Yodel like the maker
Of pungent
Swiss cheese
Mice run around in gallant
Cheerfulness.
The old lady, wrinkled like
Her preserved cabbage,
Peels out rinds of money
For a piece of limp fish.
Her eyes swimming with
Memories
Of her dead son.
I glance into the
Naïve mind of
The newsstand,
Filled to the brim
Yet empty in the profit bowl.
A maze of myriad colors
Form a formal parade
Organic matter
Welcoming
Their new recruits.
Threads of deep wounds
And the scars of happiness
Are like a stuffed capon
Hard and unyielding
Fallen foe. -
A poem describing life in the heartland. Something I can relate to, especially that part about the neighbourÂ’s dog and yodelling cats.
I also love the last three sentences of the poem,
‘Are like a stuffed capon
Hard and unyielding
Fallen foeÂ’
Pretty ironic right?
By what I canÂ’t catch is the fifth stanza, i.e.
‘A maze of myriad colors
Form a formal parade
Organic matter
Welcoming
Their new recruits.Â’
What exactly are you portraying here? Care to share?
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Myriad colors, the funeral processions that you usually see in the heartlands.The organic matter refers to the dearly departed,God bless their souls.
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Now it makes sense,Originally posted by LazerLordz:Myriad colors, the funeral processions that you usually see in the heartlands.The organic matter refers to the dearly departed,God bless their souls.
'Welcoming
Their new recruits.Â’