“Dead Garden” by Nick Pipitone.

Watching from the fire escape 
I breathe in fresh air of daylight;

blue jays land in a dead garden,
colors brilliant against a dull backdrop,
my eyes offended by their garishness;

dried leaves rustle like fading nightmares,
an urge to suck in colors before me

and vomit them back out,
like the creator God who
devours shriveled flesh, then
makes galaxies in her hands.

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6 replies

  1. Thanks for posting, Lucy!

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  2. Wow. Powerful feelings translated in such intense imagery. Brilliant.

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  3. I always like the image of fire escapes. I know it’s not the central part of the poem, but it hooked me in to follow to the end of devouring and creating.

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