Fake

...but what is real?

 

Fake

 

And as she went to

greet the dawn she

tread upon the plastic grass

Where the metal trees grow tall

rooted deep in their rubber dirt

 

Fear and worry have been dismissed

so joy no longer seeks a hold, and

the people ask “how can we know

 the price of good when we have

never seen the bill for bad?”

Author's Note

not sure how I feel about it, I would definitly appreciate all feedback. Thank you!

Reviews

[Beatrice Boyle (Grandm..]

Very clever Patricia...life is an illusion...a house of sand.. Nothing is permanent!

Engjoyed this very much.

Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)

[Lair Noir]

Ah, very interesting.
I enjoyed the first stanza a lot more, I really liked the uncanny juxtaposition of words. 'Metal trees,' 'Plastic grass' etc. The world you create seems almost manufactured. Nice imagery.
Second stanza has an interesting quote, makes for good, intelligent reading. Keep up the good work.

[The High Poet]

I enjoyed reading this one :) I like the symbolism you use
"And as she went to
greet the dawn she
tread upon the plastic grass
Where the metal trees grow tall
rooted deep in their rubber dirt"

The worlds green spaces are slowly become man made spaces. I look forward to more from you. :)