1963,
Flora beheaded
The giant pommecythere tree
Growing in the gully
(Oh death, your victory
But temporary).
Resilience grew again,
Coppiced even larger,
Bore sweet thousands of golden
Apples, tropic apples,
Golden for a brief,
Ripe end like a leaf.
But except you weighed a bird,
You learned to take no chances
With brittle branches
Or promises of
Narcissistic goddesses.
Pommecythere, drooping drupe,
Dendritic, imposing seed
Designed to make gums bleed,
No pome, more green than golden;
But then, one day, maybe,
The new gold, the true gold,
Will be green, renewable,
Sustainable, sea green,
Shade green, jade green; green
As golden apples.
Copyright ©2011 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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