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Tombstone Harvest (Pain in Parkdale)

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    Scattered affections
    upon infertile terrain.
    Found love
    stunted in the seeding
    salt the heart
    to bleeding out rage
    seeking despicable fame.
    Projectiles of pain.
    blushing youth sallow.
    A sudden feast for crows.
    grown men wept
    and matrons clutched
    at aching breast
    their anguished cries
    to this...
    tombstone harvest.

  • #2
    Poignantly powerful addition to the latest page of frustration with senseless violence.


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      • #4
        the nuance, as the rhythm changes to "stick" the end. nice, with the brief lines and those rhymes. Seems like many people saw something, apart of a town, and were brought together, like something gruesome or something? I gather it's small town, ? As the name "Parkdale" ... infertile terrains. But are the projectiles of pain, real concrete things?

        I wonder. Cool style altogether with this one. You brought things together well towards the end. Nice wrap up, that's what poems are!


        • DWAYNE
          DWAYNE commented
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          Thank you. Glad you liked it.

          I am afraid, I mistakenly wrote Parkdale when I meant Parkland, but I did mean the poem to be taken generally, as well as specific to the recent tragedy, so there we have it!

          Interesting interpretation of the reference to infertile terrain, as I had something different in mind when I wrote it. That is the beauty of poetry, in intended interpretations, specific to the reader.

          I was referring to the notion that the shooter, had been spurned by his lover, "scattered affections upon infertile terrain".

          This rejection, along with a plethora of psychological and emotional trauma, culminated in his homicidal rage.

      • #5
        Sackcloth and ashes I deeply Mourn for they and this land