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In a field of rotting flowers
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In a field of rotting flowers |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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In a field of rotting flowers wilted by the heat. Colored pieces, wet and fallen, curling in the sun. The stench is sweet and bitter, acrid without rain. Bleeding oily perfume scent thick as crumbled streets. Too far from the sea, petals paint the point. Dropping from their brittle stems, which become their bones. A patchwork of dead destinies quilted on the ground. There is not one to pick for her, though I gather what I can. Stella was a diver and she was always down. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
sometimes, I too feel so empty that I have nothing left to give. But here you are with this gift--like the little drummer boy... you continue to amaze me with your ability, but silence me to awe with your generousity of heart. Get well soon, mike.  |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, Sen.  |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
I love your vibrant imagery |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Very nice poem. A little sad, though. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh, I could see and feel those dried floral offerings, devoid of the moisture of life actually, I love dried flowers... |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
This is fantastic... definitely one of your best. quote: That was such a twist, I never saw that coming... the scene you describe so desolate and rank with dying beauty, and you've come here to pick flowers for your lover... there are none, so you gather the petals for her. A powerful ode to the resilience of love... I'm at my girlfriend's house right now, she wanted me to mention that she read this and loved it too, as well as several of your others. You're one of the good ones, Mikey. I don't know how you write with such a consistent quality, but somehow you manage every time.  Parasite God becomes as |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, everyone. Glad you liked the imagery in this one. It just came to me suddenly. And thanks for your compliments on the consistency of my work, Local Parasite. I'm glad both you and your girlfriend liked the poem. I just write what I know and feel, and hope it translates right when it's put in the straitjacket of rhythm and meter. |
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