Sometimes Older Metaphors
(not always)
Silent and dry
Like the oasis near the desert
Nature can make the noise
To overwhelm cacophony
Of metal articulation
Plastic reasoning
I know that there’s romance
And romance becomes cliché
Oases, Baghdads, minarets,
Viziers, and genies you
Could call djinn
How novel (and in novels
and our poems)
Centuries ago
To what we think is
Trite imagination
Yet viziers become wizards
New packages and popularities
So I’ll take my oasis, thank you
In all it means
Or used to mean
A place to re-source life
Discover air and water
Make into verses
Eden in small patches
All that’s left
Upon our minds
Of paradise on outcast Earth
C L Couch
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Coffee Break in Namibia
clcouch123 
February 3, 2020 at 7:46 pm
I hadn’t analysed it before, but romance is the superficial part of love, you can slide the scenery back and forth, change it for something different. It’s a backdrop, not the play.
February 3, 2020 at 9:26 pm
Romance as backdrop, that sounds just right. We can resort to it, which is fine. But it should be a sign of something more.
February 3, 2020 at 9:57 pm
It was a sop to grim reality of many people’s lives. Still is for some, a delusion anyway. Life is hard enough without adding delusion into the mix.