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    dots Submission Name: Taking back the Suburbsdots
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    Author: VanillaLeaves
    Elite Ratio:    4.1 - 101/110/23
    Words: 242
    Class/Type: Poetry/Nature
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       My father and I have always had this plot to plant crocuses all over our lawn for spring, which would drive my neatness obsessed grandparents into maddness.


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    dotsTaking back the Suburbsdots
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    Summer&#8217;s poetry lies scattered,
    a charred mass of leaves and snapped twigs,
    decaying in the chill moisture
    of an autumnal evening.
    Tomorrow, the blue sonnets
    of passionate bees and the creaky
    rhyme of blossoming azaleas
    will be raked away and burnt from memory.
    Autumn is a time for burial.

    We crawl on our bellies through the night,
    burrowing our hands into the damp soil
    riddled with freezing dew and slick orange clay
    mingled with cartloads of transported humus.
    We slide our hands between the slats
    of white fences that corral the rhododendrons
    and herd the precise rows of grass blades,
    releasing crocus seeds from our clenched palms.

    The neat spaces between patio stones
    are laced with potential dandelions
    and soon to be snowbells are smuggled
    into the carefully planned rose gardens.
    We guide the roots of the frail forsythias
    underneath metal girded property lines
    of jealous neighbors,
    praying for a riot growth come spring.

    We will bring back the meadows
    where stately irises are surrounded
    by humble violets and pansies knock
    against the arcing stems of tiger lilies.
    We will resurrect the wild brambles,
    banished from the back yards of suburbia
    where the wild red currant bushes are free
    to roam and tangle with rose bushes and azaleas.
    We will burn the white fences
    and watch our dandelions tear up the patios
    until suburbia blooms and is ripe.




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      The first line aboslutely grabbed me, and I was hooked. Beautiful descriptive poem, a wonderfully mischievous plot, and if I hadn't read your explanation, might have thought the whole thing a huge metaphor for some uprising against the property developers...lol...The numbers come up now and again instead of an apostrophe, it's a glitch in the HTML code or something like that. Loved this, Be happy, Graeme
    | Posted on 2005-03-12 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]
      I don't understand what the numbers and symbols are doing attached to summer in the beginning, but i have a hunch its not supposed to be there. haha. Other than that its an awesome poem. I loved picturing a father daughter being all sneaky and running around my neighborhood (mind you im picturiing this) planting flowers everywhere and then all the old ladies waking up and having heart attacks. haha. Cute idea.
    | Posted on 2005-03-12 00:00:00 | by NeonOrangePrize | [ Reply to This ]
      very desciptive. using the right words are so important when trying to make the reader feel the poem. i could litterally hear and see the colors. great work!
    | Posted on 2005-06-19 00:00:00 | by laniejane | [ Reply to This ]


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