Cinnamon Reeds ...
July 04, 2012
once lush and green,
silence now blankets the fields.
tall cinnamon reeds,
brittle from the burning sun,
conceal the scorched terrain and
throw shadows at the living:
lizards, mice, and a beetle or two.
they frolic within pockets of dim light
blissfully unaware that tonight …
they become a gourmet meal.
poverty is not a friend.
not fickle either,
a non-discriminatory predator.
it bestows its unwelcome gifts:
darkness, melancholy, hunger
wherever, whenever, however.
Written: July 04, 2012
Posted: July 04, 2012
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Posted by frederiqueroy70 on July 05, 2012
I'm glad the image and words have one another for comfort 8-)
Posted by swanthief on July 05, 2012
Thank you for the kind comment. :-) You'll have to ask them as I don't speak their language.
Posted by blacknight on July 05, 2012
been a while since you have done words - nice to see them again
Posted by swanthief on July 05, 2012
Thank you for the lovely comment Phil, much appreciated! :-) The picture was lonely without them so, one thing led to another. Enjoy!!
Posted by ramonfernandez on July 04, 2012
Powerful writing. So full of visuals and truths
Posted by swanthief on July 05, 2012
Thank you for the lovely comment Ramon, much appreciated! :-) Wanted words for the scene and remembered something I read about 'locals' not liking the paddy fields as they're restricted. Probably should have ended it after 'gourmet meal'.