Proposal - For An Unseen Turnip Field Poem by Raj Dronamraju

His kindness fell on unappreciative recipients
Dull as their neighborhood of tract homes and militarily enforced lawn lengths
He will take his time in losing his idealism

His love told only half the story
The other half bore an age advisory warning
The sky smells like nail polish remover
And their food leaves him still hungry and bloated

For he knows the proper format for his suggestions
The formality of ideas no one will take up
The bitter waterfall of misdirected life flow
Crashing down, breaking apart original personhood on the rocks

A turnip field sounds like the type of place to sit and just jot down some thoughts
To tie up observations and discontent with a neat little ribbon
In quiet surroundings, a place known only through description
Delivers a useless clarity that serves no good purpose