In a far off cosmos,
A place where dreams are held,
There is a desolate garden,
Where all sanity is expelled.
Beneath an emerald sky,
Among the grass so blue,
Lies the unbroken place,
Blinking with morning dew.
The trees replaced with water,
Structured twisted yet tall,
The soil changed to grains of burgundy,
Then beige in the fall.
In the heart of the garden,
Trapped in a gaze of light,
A rose wilts so lonely,
Yet so elegant despite.
Leaves and stork of black,
Ascendant in the air,
Angry thorns of white wonder,
One touch can doubtlessly tear.
Petals were dripping with blood,
The blood from ineducable fools,
For many touch the barbaric rose,
Thus creating additional blood pools.
Yet admiring from above,
From a satellite so far,
The paradise looks abnormal,
From what things genuinely are.
So keep distant from the garden,
That contains the nightmare rose,
For the flower blades will grip you,
And your spirit will adjust to close.
Instead, peer from a window,
Where no rose can do you harm,
And then you can sleep hushed,
Without the call of alarm.
Author notes
I know this sounds really messed up but It's just a little play thing I did. Thank you November and Tabion for the muse. Tabion for saying the random things and November for saying the random things AND telling me what you said. Tabion... this is the second time you've given me muse... THANK YOU!!
I know this doesn't make much sense but what do you think?
Comments
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i like it! very unusual but awesome (slightly messed up) imagery, and a kooky lottle story to go with it. this piece really makes you think about what it all means and about your own interpretation of the words. very nicely flowing too.
id make one suggestion, and thats that you dont need to put commas at the end of each line, the line breaks can do alot of the punctuation for you if you let it. just a little thing but it always catches my eye.
anyway, great write and continue on!
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