Only in its living flame can life be seen
Emotions distorted in the weather of time
stretch, bend, fade, loose their sheen
sacrifice turns to crime, butchery sublime
A dirty mirror, cracked and broken
Blind visions reversed, distorted
A revenant from a torn cocoon of words spoken
Years in silk chains leaves hope contorted
Fields of gossamer corrodes and rusts,
fading sticky strands of age,
bound lumps, of victims dusts,
seasons a recipe of rage
Spun cobwebs, drawn by twitches
Cubist paintings as a photograph
The brain's trash, riches
Echoes set in stone as an epitaph
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2024 01:36
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Ahh, a poem about my middle name. They call me 'Fossil', as Goldfinch and I are millions of years old, so we say! lol.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read.
Good words soren but in my life those echoes are so wonderful.
Andy
Thanks so much for the read and comments Gold.
A dirty mirror, cracked and broken
Blind visions reversed, distorted
A revenant from a torn cocoon of words spoken
Years in silk chains leaves hope contorted
Such drama in your entire poem I do love this stanza,
naturally we are born with a bad streak and it is nurturing that makes us who we hopefully become as good people. Your poem is incredibly powerful. We are born from something and when gone maybe some bones will be one day found. A masterpiece today. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy for such a gracious review it is most appreciated.
Brilliant painting of the scene. Great work.
Thanks so much Thomas I appreciate the read.
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