text: what do you think of this poem? broken languages disappear; last summer’s echo aches of beauty; wildflowers wail! the cacophony cracks a sense of duty. screams are breaking through the surface each year; indian paintbrush lingered nearby.   grey clouds are gathering on the horizon; may's misty showers have sighed;  o’er old fields that haunt slaughtered bison;  springtime fantasies burst from reality. summer reflects the rising blossom’s duality.  death's dirge awakens from sleepy repose! dreams painted over old photography; images stunned with dark calligraphy. seasons heeded the rising of the wild rose!  more at http://unpoetics.squarespace.com honestly, i'm not impressed by this poem.  it doesn't grab or hold my attention, it doesn't make me feel anything, it sounds very "forced" and it doesn't stick together.