The ugly content of this poem reminds me of how things could be, perhaps are if we allow our imagination to run away with, .. to coin a phrase@ atmospheric pressure. Life is and has been the proverbial for over a year.. time turned upside down, nothing certain, society a mess. Maybe I'm complete wrong in my interpretation, but, is how, after three reads, my brain sprung a leak, my mind stirred and my eyes needed wiping. A frightening post but .. extraordinarily visual, each to his or her own thoughts.
I’m just on my phone, so I’ll make this short. I love how you start and finish the poem with a similar gesture. Giving birth to bricks in labour is an excellent double meaning that is fitting the mystique of the city. The second stanza, full, but empty, feeding, but not eating. The dichotomy is quite well done here. The ending is in tandem with the beginning, but it feels greater, and can easily stand on its own. Thank you for this great piece. 10/10
This could well be a description of Washington DC; a city named after a hero whose name, in light of their current shenanigans, no one can remember. In fact they have completely forgotten. It's definitely a place that doesn't dream. Rather one that is stuck dwelling on the demons and disunity of the past. A fascinating and atmospheric write, Danny! :))
There is a surrealistic feel to your words in this poem. Images that are both scary and beautiful. "corpses grow like trees"...WOW.....the imagery is stunning! Uniquely wonderful poetry. Lydi***
I believe this may be a metaphor for the ugliness, pain, death we’ve experienced over the last year.. and perhaps the forgetful name is really not a hero but instead a tyrant who nobody wants to remember, instead to forget and fade away into nothingness .... nice write ( I could be way off!) fondly Betty
The ugly content of this poem reminds me of how things could be, perhaps are if we allow our imagination to run away with, .. to coin a phrase@ atmospheric pressure. Life is and has been the proverbial for over a year.. time turned upside down, nothing certain, society a mess. Maybe I'm complete wrong in my interpretation, but, is how, after three reads, my brain sprung a leak, my mind stirred and my eyes needed wiping. A frightening post but .. extraordinarily visual, each to his or her own thoughts.
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