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capri0mniBut I emailed it just now. My "Art Garden" Piece (Theme: Wilderness)
As I told the editor, I'm not sure about the title.
BENEATH THE SKIN
We strive to be 'The City on the Hill,'
(An emerald city, paved with golden brick),*
Where any man can master his own fate,
And keep away the nightmares of his past.
And so we build our geometric dreams;
Our mirrored towers rise above the grid.
We disinfect, deodorize, and shine,
And then, we watch our nature on T.V.
Outside, beneath the street lamp's flick'ring glow,
The asphalt shell, now softened by the rain,
Begins to crack --
The life within the seed cannot be stopped
Relentless, outward, upward, it must grow.
The wilderness is everywhere -- it's here.
It was much easier once I decided to go for blank verse, instead of rhyme.
Feedback? I wish I had a living ear to recite this out loud to...
*[edited: Fixed the meter. The line originally read: "An emerald city, with streets all paved in gold,"]
As I told the editor, I'm not sure about the title.
BENEATH THE SKIN
We strive to be 'The City on the Hill,'
(An emerald city, paved with golden brick),*
Where any man can master his own fate,
And keep away the nightmares of his past.
And so we build our geometric dreams;
Our mirrored towers rise above the grid.
We disinfect, deodorize, and shine,
And then, we watch our nature on T.V.
Outside, beneath the street lamp's flick'ring glow,
The asphalt shell, now softened by the rain,
Begins to crack --
The life within the seed cannot be stopped
Relentless, outward, upward, it must grow.
The wilderness is everywhere -- it's here.
It was much easier once I decided to go for blank verse, instead of rhyme.
Feedback? I wish I had a living ear to recite this out loud to...
*[edited: Fixed the meter. The line originally read: "An emerald city, with streets all paved in gold,"]
