Held aloft by wings of white and gold
A glorious melody of untruths told
And lies are spilled from lips as pink
As a wallflower hanging on the brink.
Stained by venous fluids and cut to shreds
Those wings I beheld cast upon flowerbeds
And the celestial being what held me aspire
Has succumb and thus perished the lyre.
The cosmos disintegrates, encompassing me,
And the guile of time is slowly set free
And as it crumbles the bailiwick is filled
With chrysanthemums and daffodils.
Cruel is thine despaired fate
When aerially lofted is thine faith
For disappointment is fabricated
By the arrogant dreams of them who forever waited.
Author notes
Eheh. ^^ Writing about faith, or lack their of. I'm not exactly writing in this poem whether I do or do not have faith; I chose to leave it in the abstract.
Note: A "lyre" is a type a instrument; but I chose it on purpose for it is pronounced the same as "liar."
"Bailiwick" is the word I chose to, essentially, say "my world."
I wrote this with as many "complicated" but fitting words I could find, using thesaurus.com more than once. I actually wrote it in simple words then went through and changed it around. ^^ I think it flowers rather nicely. The last stanza is my favorite; it kind of draws it to a close and explains the title, don't you think?
A contest entry
- Mosaic by Ms. Black Eyeliner.
700 points, ended September 18, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ....prewrites now allowed (I want it all) by IamRemy.
550 points, ended October 2, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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"And lies are spilled from lips as pink
As a wallflower hanging on the brink" me likies
good job
thanks for entering
good luck in the contest
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