The painted green room
has a real green plant
the leaves unfold dust
the roots sprout ashes
Voices pierce the thick air
as sounds deflect & mingle
off the walls
Flailing arms & open hands try
retrieving familiar sounds~words
symbols sign laughter ; while
angry compartments lock into
each other
The ceiling drops phonics
watering the confused
green plants
copyright: Dianne Tchir Aug.10, 2010
"the leaves unfold dust the roots sprout ashes..The ceiling drops phonics" love your images here and the unusual place and subject. You convey the social interaction beautifully and its symbols...Cracking poem!
ReplyDeleteI love ideas of how nature interacts with Ego constructs; this is well-done. It reminds me of a poem from my book, A Glimpse to Open. There is a poem in there titled, A True American 2005, and it also mentions a green plant and its foray into the dark spotlight of limiting boxes.
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