Poem: Ochre On Beige

 

Ochre On Beige

 

rolled like dough for years,

leavened by slaps of foam,

illusory yeasts of brine.

 

this scattered stash.

bits of towered treasures

left over when prosperity caved.

 

see the solemn,

weathered, wind-whipped

fragments and structures,

not-so-piquant now,

on a plateau of the broken:

 

crushed idols.

nuggets of castles.

eremites on salted piles.

a chartreuse crab

fat as a silver dollar

ambles over stubs of rubble

once picturesque.

 

bladderwrack flogs them.

a pillory of gulls

swoops to berate.

 

a single pure rectangle 

half lost in anonymous sand,

hides ever so quiet--

a grave without epitaph.

a rusty bed frame.

this solidified tear.

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4/8 took  out an adjective

1/1/23  more changes later in the day ... 

1/1/23  massive changes to the crap awful poem