ART + LIFE
Her Disintegrating Photographs Of Faith
With her hair pulled back
She saw
straight through
Eternity rang forth,
But the rip just
grew.
And the water came lapping
Eroding inch by inch
This
pain that would not falter,
Will just continue to stick.
While
pictures may be memories,
All they do is fade,
Capturing a
second, in eternity, a day.
No harsh sentiments derived at
you.
She just wants this thing to burn,
A dark ashen
parade.
Cinder at the bottom of her heart.
And plants can
grow from compost heap
All those left over pieces,
Especially
meant for harvesting, can somehow,
Create something sweet.
My main goal with this was to somehow work in rebirth, and I think I accomplished that. Woot! Go me!
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Thats pretty good. I thing you forgot an s after want in "She just want this thing to burn" line. But I may be wrong. It's your poem.
SEIJU
2008-02-26 19:04:00