Location
by Adam Sifre
A sunrise over the dark Atlantic, on a perfect beach day,
tasting of salt and warmth and powdered sugar;
of last, desperate kisses of youth, still shivering from delicious night,
is beautiful.
tasting of salt and warmth and powdered sugar;
of last, desperate kisses of youth, still shivering from delicious night,
is beautiful.
A sunrise over the dark ruins of Syria, on hot dusted stones,
tasting of lament and anger and layered fear; of elixirs formed with gunpowder and tears, with blood's metallic memory;
over a landscape of small, unmourned ghosts,
is beautiful.
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A short poem.
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Works for me.
I really like "blood's metallic memory".
Clever contrast along a common thread. Touching, too. *
I like the imagery and contrast. "blood's metallic memory" and "unmourned ghosts" are my favorite bits.
*I'm startled by the truth of this, Adam.*
Thank you all for the comments and favs. Just a little something something to jump start the keyboard.