Stepping over spaces
between aisles of stone.
Things resembling us slightly
but not human…
anymore.
Labeled as dead
they fill stomachs and nourish leaves.
Remaining alive in the living
completing the cycle…
disembodied.
Grey falls from the sky
whilst dead pollen blankets the earth.
grooves in the dirt
where few have knelt before…
conversing.
Different hues of rectangled grass
Conceal wooden neighborhoods
welcoming the life of the no longer living
blissfully aware of what they are…
detached.
A contest entry
- Contest for many types of poems, Prewrites allowed. by Systems Malfunction.
500 points, ended January 30, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great job! The images are awsome and I liked the rhyme scheme too. The ending was perfect! Good job!
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Wonderful poem!! I love the imagery you use to describe detachment. Thank you for sharing with us. I look forward to more poems. You are very talented. Keep writing. Sandy
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This is one of my new favourites of yours. Nothing new, I guess just AMAZING as usual.
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