Open Poetry #34 |
Dead Keepsakes |
iwontdrownagain Junior Member
since 2003-10-04
Posts 39Massachusetts |
Wow! I have't been here for a while..not sure if I posted this here before. Any criticism is welcome! Thanks! Hang them from the ceiling With twine around their necks. Days go by, the life dripping out of them, The color draining. Look what has been done. But everyone does it. Why put them to waste? They’re keepsakes, A reminder of something significant, Or someone significant In such a useless and forgotten life. Some parts green, others muddy brown, And the foul stench. Just the thought is repulsive. By the six or by the dozen, They hang form the ceiling by twine. Swaying slightly as the wind blows Through the old and dirty white drapes, Filling the room with old air, Despite the new day. The years go by and the stench departs slowly. Colors remain the same: A muddy brown, a swamp green, Dried and useless. A memo from a time of hope. But the future proved the hopeful times Weren’t as happy as he said they would be. So to show him the feeling, Hang them from the ceiling With twine around their necks. Days go by, the life dripping from them. The color draining. Why put them to waste? They’re keepsakes. "The green of your eyes |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
scary... |
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iwontdrownagain Junior Member
since 2003-10-04
Posts 39Massachusetts |
I probably should have said this, but the poem is about drying roses... "The green of your eyes |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lynn~ As I was reading this 'the dried floral arranger' in me thought of the process of hanging roses to dry~ Whew ... was I ever GLAD to see your comment, it is just a great day to be RIGHT !!! Thank you for the imagery~ It's just spot on !! *Huglets* ~*Marge*` ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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