While all around me seeks to destroy
I swirl in kaleidescope hues,
the bees are buzzing, flowers bloom
as dead men's blood flows free.
In reddish browns I paint the sky
with blood that now flows free,
dipping feet in crystal clear
and breathing in the sun.
I'll sit amid the earth's crushed leaves
sip sweetest wine in peace,
for here my mind will see no fear
and devils don't exist.
To picnic at the cemetery
tranquility enfolds,
as colourful umbrella's pose
I tell the dead men tales.
They listen with such peacefulness
that devils dare not enter,
the sky appears in reddish browns
for I paint the sky with pain.
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A contest entry
- Tea Time at the End of the World by fjola.
530 points, ended March 11, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Such an odd mix of feelings and images... I hardly know whether to be at complete ease or totally freaked out. I love it when a poem can incite that sort of response. I didn't check out the contest requirements... but this piece, these sentiments seem to perfectly reflect the contest title.
Really, really interesting stuff here. Quite affecting!
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cemetries i love them . being in touch with those who have passed good luck G
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that title... brilliant
yeah live men are no fun to talk to... either they don't listen or don't care ):
may be i'll start talking to the dead ones too.
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Wonderful
Such a great creation. Oh the descriptions are riveting. Best of luck in the contest.
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Quite macabre this one. But, the picture was so clear I could see you sitting, sipping your wine at the edge of the grave and seeing all those things springing out at you. Spooky!
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This is quite a dark write but written in a soft way,
wonderful as always
All the best to you in the contest
Ken
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This...is....awesome.
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