Hotel: OK Coral
Hotel: OK Coral
The heart gasps and then the wind
goes silent. Only heat can be seen
in the distance as it wiggles up rising
above the barren desert floor. Empty
realizations come with lost brass
shell-casing left on sandy ground.
We’ve got this one right in the fog;
even the bank thugs are recalling
all their notes. The old rag tune
doesn't have a rousing melody to
sing any longer, and winter is coming
on with a bitter storm’s icy whirlwind.
It’s signs about the times. Hey, but if
you need a friend, I’ve got a smile in
my tattered pocket like a lead penny
I've been saving for a rainy day.
Sometimes dissonance is part
of that forgotten song. It's crying
in the rain or laughing at blistered
sunburns. Beats me how it works
that way. I know the gravel road
really isn't that long, nor the rock
wall that high, or the well that deep
that we can't hear our echo if we
try within the storm’s onslaught.
We'll wait within the desolate to see.
Another line at the end of the road,
I could have guessed that one.
In-coming. Now that the light is visible;
listen for the sound without a sound!
© R H Peat 12/15/2011 3:12am
Form: 6 cinquains / 30 lines
Metaphor: when the bottom
falls out the apples roll
You write the most amazing poetry Ron....Your use of the metaphor is excellent...
Spontaneous and spasmatic. Words are fascinated with the thoughts so tight...nowhere to hide the idiotic time-crash between known and realisation. Sculptic diction place it high to the archive.
The sickness eats the economic vibes from inside out and the hollowness seems as old as the age is . Tattered pockets of humanity are deeper than the political ones , so the light holds at the end of the road . Walk he says , fly - the heart says only beware of the heat that can melt the waxed wings of time. This poem is every bit wisdom as it is every bit metaphorical. I love it
I like most: last line in the last stanza! Wonderful!
Ron, You've assembled some professional strength imagery here with these cinquains. Title and metaphor work. Being true to yourself going through the storm. Ending line is fantastic.
listen for the inner sound without a sound!
The poem beautifully dwells on the present day global economic scene...true, 'the winter is coming with a stormy bitter wind'...i liked your expression- heat can be 'seen'...beautiful use of the metaphor employed- through out in this write