Fake

Fake

A Poem by Patricia
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...but what is real?

"

 

Fake
 
And as she went to
greet the dawn she
tread upon the plastic grass
Where the metal trees grow tall
rooted deep in their rubber dirt
 
Fear and worry have been dismissed
so joy no longer seeks a hold, and
the people ask “how can we know
 the price of good when we have
never seen the bill for bad?”

© 2009 Patricia


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Patricia
not sure how I feel about it, I would definitly appreciate all feedback. Thank you!

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Very clever Patricia...life is an illusion...a house of sand.. Nothing is permanent!

Engjoyed this very much.

Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)

Posted 15 Years Ago


Ah, very interesting.
I enjoyed the first stanza a lot more, I really liked the uncanny juxtaposition of words. 'Metal trees,' 'Plastic grass' etc. The world you create seems almost manufactured. Nice imagery.
Second stanza has an interesting quote, makes for good, intelligent reading. Keep up the good work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I enjoyed reading this one :) I like the symbolism you use
"And as she went to
greet the dawn she
tread upon the plastic grass
Where the metal trees grow tall
rooted deep in their rubber dirt"

The worlds green spaces are slowly become man made spaces. I look forward to more from you. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Patricia
Patricia

Lindenhurst, NY



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I'm a college student and fantasy junkie. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, although I've only become interested in poetry, my main medium, in the past five or so years. When I'm not .. more..

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