I will expire here,
On the outside
Eternally looking
in...
At the velveteen bed of violets
Entombed vibrantly within.
Reticent, the daffodil sentinels are
Languid in their vigilance,
Gentle in their valor.
To their All Mighty Wind they bow;
Their manes billowing and blooming
As he rushes through his legion.
Golden radiance spills forth as dew
from these diminutive suns.
I entreat them,
With pleading eyes,
To let me in.
Oh, please...do let me in.
beneath my feet, ran raw by youth,
The roses bleed from exposure and debris.
Reticent still, their yellow eyes stare gleefully,
Indifferent to my request
To rest my heart behind the mesh and wire.
Alas! Such fields are not for me,
Nor are such desires.
I know to where I must endeavor,
My feet must tread upon these petals still,
Now and forever,
Burning with cold uncertainty
Scorching infinitely...
Until I lay peacefully
In my floral sepulcher
Beneath the Tulip Tree.
A contest entry
- Prewrites - with limits by Genevieve79.
450 points, ended January 8, 43 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Oh the tulip tree! I love this, and the dark and beautiful mix together for a profound and image packed read. I can smell the flowers and see the cemetery...
great write and thanks for entering! good luck!
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very nice i loved it but isnt it to early for you to worry about your expiration date....great write i loved ti keep it up...
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