A promise of something beautiful and dead
(Although I didn't know it yet.)
Graceful, cold and barren souls
A place where sparkling insects eat away the innards
(The Insect King eats away my innards)
But still so lovely to the naked eye
I resolved each time I passed, to photograph
To hold that deathly, ravenous sleep
Always forgetting, lamenting, but
Never halting
Was not this beauty made of stony wood?
Petrified with the lonely years of pleading
"May I rest in peace?"
(She was always crawling deep within.)
I thought her strong, resilient
I thought her full of time
(No matter, these hearts of decay.)
Until today.
She has released her cumbersome branches, dead weight.
And though still fair, she shows her hollow bones
To those that have passed her by.
(Shall I rot for you?)
She asks me why I never saved her soul in film.
I see my reflection when I look upon her, and answer...
Thus is an ending, and it would have made no difference.
A contest entry
- is it better to love and lost, or never to have loved at all? by savemysoul.
550 points, ends December 20, 30 entries
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Welcome to AllPoetry!
I love the imagery that you have used here, the death and decay is striking in such a simplistic setting
the bracketed portions are stunningly done, and I really enjoyed the tale that this told - the "she asks me ..." line was my favourite brilliant!
Welcome to the site, I hope that you enjoy your time here at AllPoetry!
Polly
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Welcome to Allpoetry
I love the imagery here, as it all speaks of death, decay, and knowing that some things are just meant to be broken. The first stanza is my favourite, and the melancholic, despairing feeling here is what really makes the poem. This is excellent, and I will be back to read more of your work.
Laura
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