Monday, 28 April 2014

Xerophyte

Keetmanshoop in Namibia -  A Dry Desert Wasteland


















The name of this poem is actually 'The Wasteland' but I needed an 'X' so it now has a temporary name which was the meaning as near as I could get to the original name - Xerophyte 
(able to withstand drought)  :)


Xerophyte (The Wasteland)

It grunts
It spits
It throws up an arm
Thinking it’s in command

It shouts
It screams
It causes confusion
To create a diversion

It shrieks
It howls
It tears at its mane
This progeny of disdain

Yet

One glance up
One glance out
One glance ahead
And it’s dead

And gone

To feed the wasteland
From which it fed
To pay for the lives
Of those it bled



5 comments:

  1. As a real monster, it has no power.
    I probably interpreted that all wrong, didn't I? Crap...

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    1. Lol, Alex

      Exactly! Succinct summary in eight words. :)

      As a real monster, it has no power except vicariously through others!

      In the end, and through all its bluster and blunder, it's dead and, through its decay, it continues life's cycle, ad infinitum.

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  2. Fantastic poem. Excellent job creating an X. :)

    Stopping by from the #atozchallenge !
    @JLenniDorner

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  3. Oh this was amazing. The wasteland felt alive to me. I love it!

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  4. Really great poem! And really creative way to find your X word.

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