Open Poetry #8 |
the wax flower burns |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
"The rose held its clouded head Far out of the solution. She breathed the colors she knew as a child, And died." -eulogy Suspended in a vinaigrette Of jelly, oil, semen & spit. Her preserved beauty stained, swelled; Her waxen image softened away. Her leaves went, unattached, To the surface like silent mouths. The acid of semens burned her stem To roughened, lineless points. Little bubbles at her head, Blossom's willed rot at the top. Bright curly-cues against the jar's side. Gently falling apart. The wax flower -- oh, she burns so pretty. Rainbow bubbles in a jar. Disappearing breaths in its waste: Who you finally are. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
bsquirrel, powerful images loved the poem. a unique read. "A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea Nor me happiness" Paul Draper-Mansun |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Brian, Thanks. This is based on a different co-worker. People are insane. Passions Mike |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
darn Mike......I wasn't sure I was going to like this but have read it 4 times already... and that means something...*w The wax flower -- oh, she burns so pretty. Rainbow bubbles in a jar. Disappearing breaths in its waste Who you finally are. wonderful..... ~~softly Maureen *wish my mind thought like that |
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