My past has only me for company,
so it clings, like flies on sticky yellow paper.
The only thing is, I'm not sure which of us is the fly.
It may be me struggling upon that glutinous surface
doing nothing more than existing till I die.
As you sow, so shall you reap it's said,
and I understand the concept completely.
As I harvest the poisonous fruit of my life,
and drink down the bitter concoction of past and time.
It teems with putridness as it boils over,
eating vast chasms in the gut of my existence.
Like so many I wish for forgiveness for self,
a do-over if you will of uncomplicated proportions.
Allowing me to chose mistakes and scrub them away
like stains from wash left too long, they persist in my ruination,
and though I strive to emerge from my own pit of hell
the dirt I pull in is to mired and my feet find no purchase.
Ah...to fly from myself for a moment in time!
A heartbeat released from a tired rhythm,
newly substantiated by fresh and unadulterated existence.
A moment away from myself and a new chance,
to compose my thoughts and breath before returning to life.
Author notes
Prompt: I'd like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over.
[Copyrighted to Robert Frost 'Birches']
Picture credit: Image found on google many years ago and saved. Artist unknown.
A contest entry
- Prompt: I'd like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 6, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank You for Your Entry ~
Very powerful imagery seeps through this and lingers within my mind;
the picture works well with the prompt and poem
"As I harvest the poisonous fruit of my life,
and drink down the bitter concoction of past and time." --> what fantastic lines those are! completely in love with them
best of luck
♥
Stay safe
Manda
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwww tyty for the HM. Your contests always make me have to think and put a little gut into it. Thanks Manda
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