Land AnemonesA Poem by Robert Tusitala O'NeillA surrealist take on the world I inhabit from day to day...
I can't see, 'midst all these land anemones
So bright and light and airy I'm pinned like a butterfly in a display case Without room to fly The landweed sways in violent drifts The pace here is so double quick And everything moves in fits and starts So loud and brash and mean I try to drift so relaxed and serene But instead I writhe unable to rise Face pressed into the raw earth One dry eye filled with grit Harsh earth crackles Where instead should be smooth mud Starting to feel so dried out The substance of life has gone too thin My mouth opens and closes I'm breathing in the futility Obligatory jaw contractions That's all I have now (Unfinished...) © 2014 Robert Tusitala O'NeillAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 24, 2013 Last Updated on January 9, 2014 AuthorRobert Tusitala O'NeillAlameda, CAAboutI'm foolishly romantic. I like realism and surrealism in all different forms of art. I feel that when you can use reality to show your truth, then you have achieved the most powerful form of art pos.. more..Writing
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