Rallentanda
Friday, June 3, 2016
For The Weekend
o my love my darling
it's been a long time
since your atomic bomb drop
in the olive grove
from the safety
of a telephone
washing on the line
still remains there
the trees curled and cried
their grey leaves turned inwards
the fruit drops to the ground
the parrots wont touch them
no living thing
not even
the tawny frogmouth
will venture
into dead man's territory
again
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Oh! Grotesque joining! Magnificent!
ReplyDeleteDropping an atomic bomb via telephone - wow! definitely wise not to go back into that territory
ReplyDeleteQuite a number of people will have experienced that atomic bomb of a broken relationship and what it feels like. Unchained Melody goes back about 60 years about the time I had a shattering break up too. All part of life's experience.
ReplyDeleteFull of wonderful and powerful (albeit sad) images. The one that particularly got me was 'from the safety / of a telephone'.
ReplyDelete(And I love Unchained Melody.)
Such an incredible write :D :D
ReplyDeleteSuch devastation, such pain... The imagery is intense, and so sadly real.
ReplyDelete"from the safety / of a telephone"...'safety' seems to be the sarcasm of an atomic bomb magnitude...the aftermath the heart suffers truly reminds of necropolis images...
ReplyDeletethe imagery is as profound as the bomb dropped call - so much impact in your words
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this...an atomic bomb drop from a telephone is nasty and rips apart the heart...and the perfect song to accompany your poem!
ReplyDeleteThis packs a powerful punch, as well it should. Getting pretty terrified right now that Trump may wind up knowing the nuclear codes. OMG.
ReplyDeleteYes that is a great concern for the entire world.
DeleteOh, love that last stanza!
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent, Rall. My favourite of your work!
ReplyDeleteAtomic Blast, salted earth the sense of destruction in the aftermath is beautifully expressed.
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