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Mardrax

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tuck your head in here

only there to reappear

Reaper

harvest yielding

but a single straw to clutch

 

yet clutch in vain we all shall

clinging to our mortal shells

Sower

paranoia

distrust and dismay

 

which of them did fail their jobs?

would it all just be the crops?

Farmer

fail to tend

and you will rend

all our actions futile

 

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edit: Question marks. Feels empty without, yet still far too full.

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Nice poem, Mardrax. The Reaper/Farmer/harvest imagery leaves me with a kind of "four horseman" impression that reminds me of biblical mythology. I like the way that you juxtapose the sounds of words in this, with the placement of "reappear" and "Reaper" standing out to me in particular... as you know, I generally like the form of your poems. You mentioned on chat that you were afraid that the meaning of the poem might be lost in its imagery, but I definitely get thematic elements of death and the importance of the Farmer maintaining the core of it all. I didn't quite get what the "Sower" was meant to represent though, kind of an odd choice of words there... is he a metaphorical sower of "paranoia/ distrust and dismay"?

 

Anyway, good stuff, thanks for sharing it. I dunno about this "too empty/too full" paradox thing though... as far as I'm concerned, when the impression gets that general, it's time to focus on another aspect of the poem. ;-p

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