No one knows
Why they are the only survivors
No one knows
What left only
The white petals against
The black, snow-like ash
They are what is left of her
An island of beauty
In a deserted chaos
I try to water them
So that they may spread
Outwards over her body
And make a proper grave
For the angel she could be
Author notes
Inspired by the picture "Calla Lillies No. 1" by Sondra Wampler.
A contest entry
- PIF contest: Picture~Inspired by Night Hope.
1500 points, ended August 31, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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First of all, let me thank you for your entry into my contest. I appreciate the time & effort that you spent on your poem immensely, because I completely recognize & understand the symptoms as being my own, as well. lol
Also, please let me apologize & ask for your understanding this somewhat generic comment; I have a migraine & need to get this contest judged so I can get to bed. I don't have a lot of time or energy to be online these days. Which is partly why I'm commenting at 3 am.
This is the part that I was most inspired by:
"I try to water them
So that they may spread
Outwards over her body
And make a proper grave
For the angel she could be"
Marvelous descriptions dance gently within these lines, Poet. I thank you sincerely for sharing this part of your Self with the rest of us lost, angelic souls...Keep writing...This world needs all the Poets & Scribes it can hold. Especially now.
Be good to yourself & those around you; it really does matter, as you know.
~ Wanda
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