Open Poetry #44 |
the pattern faltered |
kindredspirit Member
since 2009-05-19
Posts 156 |
an army of cold porcelain dolls arrayed in outdated dresses eyed me knowingly from across the room while handmade angels rested on a shelf never discarded a multitude of bells waited silently for my childish hands the pattern faltered as your roundness fell away from you leaving behind sunken eyes that still gleamed cheerfully as you forced a smile for our benefit you faded slowly, at war with yourself lying motionless a prone statue beneath layers of thin white sheets a single tear forced itself between closed eyelids days centuries a heartbeat later you flat-lined and your possessions were bitterly discarded leaving behind distant memories of porcelain, bells, and handmade angels. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
This actually brought a tear to my eye as I have seen this scene. One I will never forget. Well done, and sadly all too true for far too many. Carpe' Diem, |
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kindredspirit Member
since 2009-05-19
Posts 156 |
Mysteria, i only hope that this poem is a worthy tribute to the lives of those that have faded away, and to those who have lost loved ones. thank you for reading. |
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