Innocence

The dirt-dry plains frame the horizon with their womanly curves,

Languishing in the sultry afternoon.

Wishing to garner something more from this virgin dirt,

You entrusted it to me to break the soil and instruct

You -- how to cause these desiccated plains to produce what you desire.

Wounded rain clouds limp along, wearily,

Leagues above our hushed conversation,

Dampening the dry dust, preparing it to be plowed.

Once it was finished, and only then,

You squinted your ravenous eyes

And realized

These pregnant hills have become no longer an object of beauty,

But an object of purpose.

But this is progress,

You rationalize.

This is the way we survive.

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Your writing grows ever more eloquent Sir Ben. Love how you bring the feminine qualities from virginhood to fruition throughout this write. Very subtle in its detail, but a broad scope in its meanings. Excellent!

[Pretty_as_a_Poet]

Wow....I'm speechless

[Ben Taylor]

Hey, thankyou. If there's any poems you'd like me to review, just pm them to me -- I'll read 3 or 4 :)