by CARMELA
(Aust.)
(I know that you Americans do not particularly like Aliens or are afraid of them. But I can tell you if one came my way I would hop on that Space Ship and GO) Any place would be better than what I have now at least I would feel special.
ACID RAINS
Waters flow from acid rains--what fruits shall bear--
this year again--
Magnolias White and Roses Red-- or nettle stings--
to match their shade
The daisy chains I used to thread ---
to bind the dreams which lay ahead--
Colours so rich in disarray -----
sink deep inside my head to stay---
Garlands in my hair entwined-----
Perfume so sweet--- perfumes refined--
Touch my soul---but filter passed--
The taste of BITTER--LONGER-- lasts
Flower pods no longer green----
Withered brown---and looking lean---
This Flower field --no bloom shall yield---
Until the Rains Fall Sweet Again
Carmel Aust 1989