Bard Don’t Pour
by Philip F De Pinto
Bags as you will be
Brewing tempests of words
Which reduced to their core
Will conspire to become
Verse and worse - fodder
For a desiccated speech
Bard I say bomb evict
Impeach the whole lot
While they are still infantile
As yet welling up in the bottom
Of that cup
Save the fervent water
For a time you need it
To pour over body bags
If you would reconstitute the dregs
Of your sons and daughters
Shipped back from the conflict
Posted on 11/13/2020
Copyright © 2020 Philip F De Pinto
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kris Mara on 11/14/20 at 10:20 PM|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/17/20 at 03:44 AM|
A poem for our troubled times? Congrats on POTD Philip! Had to look up the meaning of desiccated.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 11/17/20 at 11:51 AM|
Jasmine dragon pearls so tightly compressed do steep to more become than one would expect when opening the lid, I was marveling at it just before reading your poem... and now the tart finish pushes me to remember when it was the ideas via the words (and still is) that made trouble worth getting into... and it seems like merely overcoming even just the trouble to speak is a victory now.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/18/20 at 05:03 PM|
Philip, you do know how to brew a strong poem. I like your line breaks, love S3, and especially the "fervent water." Thanks and a fine Thanksgiving to you and yours!
|Posted by Johanna May on 11/20/20 at 10:40 PM|
I will put away the water for a tea-worthy day. Powerful.