Desert Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah
Desert
Flowers blossom
Tomorrow withers
Ripe pawpaw
Turns sour
Foamy fingers
Become stone
Dangling modifiers like banana
Fall to the ground
Voice crack
Like dead engine
Worshipers run to Babylon.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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The poet sounds the inevitable drumbeats of aging and growing old.
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4/26/2024 12:30:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Voice crack Like dead engin The poet uses the above expression to illustrate aging, dryness and decay.