T Rex
Part 1 of this poem was actually written a long time ago. I dusted it out from my old journals and added it to a more recent piece. Is it inspiration or what? :)
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T Rex
1.)
a pale sun
straining
to cleave
a ghostly fog
of chill and grit.
T Rex looks up
and rears
its truck-like head
snarls
and out
of portcullis teeth
drips
blood and
leftover meat.
65,000,000.)
a tropic sun
straining
to scatter
a dusty fog
of pulverised rock
boom of crane swings
sure as battle axe
wrecking ball
crushes
old shop houses
in two years
new shopping mall
3.09.1989 (part 1)
3.06.2008 (part 65 millionth)
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Things do not change; we change.
-- Henry David Thoreau
This is for Poetry Pantry #128 over at Poets United.
©cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2012
Labels: change, landscape, Poetry, Poets United, Singapore, urban
9 Comments:
I am thinking of a second T-rex extinction and shopping malls going the way of the dinosaur.
I love poems with heavy machinery in it. Liked the imagery in this one. Good work.
Very interesting. I do like the implied parallels here!
Your spring-boarding from Thoreau's thoughts on change is quite effective.
nice...love the intentional use of language in this...the modern in the achient and anchient in the modern...works together really cool...very nice verse...
I liked this, especially, the fist section of it---
Libby,
:D
not in our life time, no way.
nissa,
heavy machinery, heavy metal? :)
thanks for visiting.
Mary,
thank you! i am glad you saw what i was trying to say. :)
Kim,
thank you! Thoreau was one of my earlier heroes. :)
Brian,
thank you! the modern and the ancient works well in this case! :)
Audrey,
thank you! :)
loved the combination and contrasts here. I used to work in The Natural History Museum in London, and had a T-Rex to watch most days - so particularly enjoyed this one...
that's very interesting, the Natural History Museum. :)
thanks for visiting.
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