my body is a forest –
dead autumn eats
my skin
leaves I’ve shed
in the coldest of days
when nipping wind
can be seen, not felt
and sits as a burden
on treetops
collected by
summer rot children,
my tears become
home to laughter’s
hibernation
my body is a forest –
down roads
that never wanted
to take you anywhere
I sit
decaying by the life
with in me
so much depends upon
the old oak
hollow brittle
strong as stone
and the years
that have passed it by
limbs hugging
in lightning storms
my body is a forest –
bonfires burn
aspirations
spead like blood
through timbered
veins
hunters dressed as
hippies
load rifle with words
target at ego and
explosion echoes
that is pain
my body is a forest –
like the lives
grow inside me
somewhere
a heart beats
wherever you find
morning light
peaking though
the branches
hope hides
Author notes
Inspired by "Little sillhuette" by Floriandra on Deviantart.com @ http://floriandra.deviantart.com/art/Litle-silhuette-104023242
A contest entry
- undeniable. by broken-colours.
700 points, ended December 1, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot.
Comments
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The wonderful metaphor and imagery in this poem become stronger with each reading. From rotting leaves to bonfires to hunters you have kept the metaphor solid and expanded on its personal meaning. While there are bleak descriptions throughout, the last alliterative line ends this self study on an "up" note. You have always had a strong poetic voice and it is a pleasure to read your work again. Peace, Liz
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Aww. Thank-you-very-much Liz
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you were missed my friend, you words still hold something grand to them, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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"my body is a forest –
bonfires burn
aspirations
spead like blood
through timbered
veins"
i love the metaphor of the forest. the oak and the fires. wonderful concept derived from the prompt.
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"hunters dressed as
hippies
load rifle with words
target at ego and
explosion echoes
that is pain"
Excellent analogy throughout. I never knew someone could be so creative when describing a forest before. This was nifty! Thanks for entering.
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"dead autumn eats
my skin" - Love this line. So original, never read anything like that before.
"hope hides" - I love this as the ending. It's so much simpler than the rest of the poem, but says so much.
Great write.
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