My Very First Post Mo dern Po emmmm

In the beginning

Darkness….Silence

The cavern entrance sealed

A cesspool of rancid        liquid

laps against tender walls

Nausea ….. Vomitus

Leeches and deadly eels

wriggle toward 

the surface

Putrid odors of the primeval lake

       threaten to befoul 

the earth and the heavens

[Author note #1: My first stanza, as is clear from its many metaphors (beginning, darkness, cavern, liquid, walls, odors, nausea, etc.), is a description of what my mouth tastes like when I first wake up in the morning.]

The sun creaks over the hilltops

Lyrical songs of the meadow lark
Gentle winds sweep the cobwebs

off white stone fences

and waft delicate fragrances

of lilacs and wisteria 

across the Elysian fields 

[Author note #2:  Continuing my early morning experience at the bathroom sink, the second stanza describes what my mouth tastes like after I brush my teeth with Colgate toothpaste.]  

Suddenly

the thunderclouds part              Lightning flashes!!!

Yellow eyes blazing

Vengeance afoot

Protecting the vulnerable sibling 
The Black Beast spreads her massive wings 

ripping at my rib cage with her talons

feasting on pungent black blood

Near death, heart ripped asunder

I seek and draw sustenance from the pale brown tortoni

A flicker of hope

Then a choir of angels 

Salvation

Redemption 

[Author note #3: Later in the day, my concluding stanza describes how much my mouth enjoys  butterscotch ice cream after my Mother punishes me for torturing my younger Brother.]

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