I bought a sprig of parsley
to lay beside your shrine
built as a constant reminder
of what we all leave behind
I played a solemn requiem
before a mass dedicated to your soul
but it was lost among the rafters
of this sepulchre built of gold
though your thoughts can paint a picture
on a canvas filled with night
the colours merge in darkness
when absent with the light
your eyes can dance with questions
when flowers sleep and dream
across this world of silence
your hands reach out to hush my screams
I bought a sprig of parsley
to lay beside your shrine
a sepulchre built of tear drops
to stand in memory for all time...
A contest entry
- AnYtHiNg by smntha..
550 points, ended May 5, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - a monday afternoon pre-write party by DancingRed.
400 points, ended July 7, 20 entries
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Comments
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Ah, I'm not too keen on the rhyme. I'm liking this parsley idea, though. A nice unique idea, rather than the usual flower for a grave. My favourite lines are:
your eyes can dance with questions
when flowers sleep and dream
across this world of silence
but I'm not too keen on the line "your hands reach out to hush my screams" - seems a bit clichéd and the line seems too long which breaks the flow.
DancingRed.
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Wow. This was really deep. I liked this alot. But one question...what's a sepulchre? And how do you say it?
Good luck!!!
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