Monday, March 23, 2015

Saudade

Once again, I asked friends on Facebook to suggest some words I could work with. They came up with permaculture, fire, apricate, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, eloquence and saudade. Here's the poem:

Saudade


A parched land,
The high sun,
Strewn rocks,
Lizards apricate.

A thirsty man,
His leathery skin,
His lined face,
His hobbling gait.

He looks around,
This waste of a land,
Once so fertile,
Now dried to sand.

The man sits down,
On a baking boulder,
Closes his eyes,
Sees himself younger.

Strong-willed,
Stronger body,
A man of wisdom,
A man of eloquence.

“Sustainability,
agriculture,
irrigation,
permaculture.”

The unsmiling audience:
A board of bureaucrats.
They grimace and shrug,
“It's utter nonsense!”

“It's atrocious,
like that word,
supercalifragilistic-
expialidocious!”

Campaigns, protests,
lawsuits, petitions,
strikes, prisons,
displaced persons.

The dam's built,
The forest cleared,
Fire and ash,
There's no guilt.

A hot wind,
The man stirs,
His gaze blank,
His saudade.





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