The Grahamburglar Poet Lyric

Where Pomegranates Grow

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow

I vainly seek from the dogged strains of time, 

a moment to hide in, under limbs hanging low,

and by chance, or the devil’s cunning, find

courage, as welling seeds inward and bound,

but bleeding, weeping their intoxicating blood;

ever so rarely, under Heaven’s smile found,

possessed by low creatures, a-wallow in mud.

Then in such possession, enveloped so neatly

as roaring winds and biting sands gnash the air; 

with confident eyes, focus intently and sweetly

on the blossoms, those blossoms, everywhere.
     
     The whisper of death rustles limbs hanging low

     outside the city where the pomegranates grow.

4/30/16
For Contest: First Line Prompt
Hosted by: Julia Ward

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Debbie Duncan February 27, 2017 at 12:14 AM Love it. We had a pomegranate tree in our back yard. It got hugh you could hide behind it. I still love them today .

Samantha Withee May 28, 2016 at 1:28 PM Nicely done. I fear I'm not going to place now, this is very very good. Good luck. Nice work.

Carrie Richards May 3, 2016 at 10:24 AM I will be very surprised if this doesn't rank at top of the list! The poignant melancholy doesn't have to shout, to make one feel somber, and want to linger here with memory. Beautifully done! The Grahamburglar May 3, 2016 at 4:40 PM Thanks Carrie. I appreciate the encouragement and kind words. -G

Edlynn Nau May 2, 2016 at 2:06 PM Hey! First time I've given a seven BEFORE I made comment. Love the metaphor here, beautiful rhyme, interesting Maths, the bitter/sweet comparison of life and death. The symbol of the Pomegranates is quite interesting and a vital life force! Imagery, rhyme, stress, metaphor, symbolism, all painted in words CERTAINLY works here. Love it! The Grahamburglar May 2, 2016 at 6:18 PM Thank you for the encouraging feedback. I appreciate that you took the time to read and comment. -G

Richard Lamoureux May 2, 2016 at 8:01 AM This is quite lovely in a sad kinda way. The Grahamburglar May 2, 2016 at 6:20 PM Isn't funny how we can sometimes feel so alone, and maybe even afraid, despite beautiful surroundings?

Sara Kendrick May 1, 2016 at 5:46 AM Well, our pomegranates are more bush like instead of tree for some reason..The tiny limbs always seem too delicate to hold those heavy pomegranates but they always do..Enjoyed reading your work..Reads like a winner to me..Great contest..Thanks for stopping by my page..Sara The Grahamburglar May 2, 2016 at 6:22 PM Thanks for taking the time to stop by and comment. I've personally never even seen a pomegranate (bush?). But I googled them, and they do have very vibrant blossoms.