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Final Harvest - rust-grinder by ~grind-the-rust:icongrind-the-rust:



The final harvest
Grinds the rust
Of autumn sunsets
Jaded lust
Dust choked light -
Molten gold
Flowing through
The concrete folds
Of broken flesh
Dismembered streets
Fingers losing
Life’s last heat
Breathing harsh
A poison sky
Heaven crumbles
Stifled cries
Bite hard,
Bite bitter
At the hand
That feeds you
Poison
Tears and rends
And builds us
For cages...
Autumn...
Crimson sunset sky
Turning grey
Burnt out, bled dry
Wounded metal phoenix
Paradisial cry
Exhaled...
A hopeless, dusty sigh.
©2008-2009 ~grind-the-rust
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Submitted: September 2, 2008
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written while sitting on a rooftop in the City Heart last autumn...

this one's a bit wilder, and more atmospheric, than my usual work.

relies more on your semantic networks than on my sentences...

as usual, feel free to leave any commentry you see fit.
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I really like the way you put words together... "Bite hard, Bite bitter"amazing alliteration.

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We didn't give it a mouth so it cannot complain.
I'm not home in poetry, but I liked the imagery this poem created. Furthermore it is somewhat like a lyric, I can imagine it sang by David Draiman, although very different I know... still it has some strong contrasts similar to his lyrics.

Nicely written, as if you had been polishing this for a long time. :clap:

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wow, thanks very much for your comment.
I'm fond of this poem, but it seems to be seldom noticed (i must have picked bad keywords)...Oddly, no, I have not even revised this poem (apart from adding punctuation where i felt it needed some) - i wrote it while waiting for a friend on a rooftop intown.
I'm glad you liked it.
I've had remarks that it does read like a lyric before, but i have never heard of David Drainman. I might go and look him up.
And it's fine not to be at home in poetry - i'm not either, and i write the stuff!
If anything, it has its perks in that you're not thinking in conventions and techniques, but just expiriencing.
Once again, thanks for your time and the fav.
It was my pleasure: revised or not, resembling lyrics or not, this is great; and even better after the 10+th reading. Keep up the good work!

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Nincs isten, nincs végzet,
Nincs béke, sem szeretet;
Csak egy faj vagyunk,
Kit léte fenyeget.

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