Mock the grass-- Human photosynthesis,
sunbathing. Your body a tan canvas
stained by shadows of projected limbs,
dryads dancing with the breeze...
in a picture like clouds moving across the sky.
Spying on natural myths-- the camouflage fails,
your exhale of carbon dioxide fingering you as the invader,
an unwelcome throat parched by oxygen inhalation.
Uplift dry roots,
naked fingers permeate a reflecting puddle
to plunge back inside your greedy mouth.
But the betrayed ground evaporates to nothingness
and you are dipped into the expanding depths
involuntarily.
The water rapes your bodily cavities
running its hands through your hair
driving down your throat: suffocating you slowly,
your eyes taped open to witness.
Seaweed slithers around all extremities
Sunlight dwindles, the navy darkness
engulfs you as you smell your life rot away.
And hydriads teach their children,
This is how humans die.
Author notes
Ah.Sosha.
Alright, I might come to change some of this later.
Suggestions always welcome.
But I kind of like my idea. Enjoy
A contest entry
- Teen Idol 7: Round 4 [Top 12] by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended February 12, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
I like the ending too - it was captivating.
I also feel it ended suddenly with no build up, but I can see the potential between and through the lines. Something intriguing, especially towards the end.
-
8.5
I like the ending. Good transitioning. Nice imagery. Kind of felt too story-telling-ish for me, but overall, nice job.
Score. 8.5
-
-
tyvm i like the end as well
short pieces aren't my forte as you can tell
-
Adding your comment:
