Interlude
The world dims—
light falters, seas fall silent,
love cools to ash,
and memory frays into dust.
Yet in the hiatus,
a sudden blush of petals—
sakura, trembling in the air,
a brief rebellion of beauty
against the certainty of decay.
For a heartbeat,
the streets are rivers of pink snow,
strangers pause,
eyes lifted,
as if eternity had cracked open.
But the blossoms scatter,
sweep into gutters,
trampled under shoes.
The trains still run,
the markets open,
emails pile up,
and the world resumes
its business-as-usual.
The bloom was only a pause,
a reminder that even endings
carry their own fragile grace—
and then the clock ticks on.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
The images created in this poem grab attention to a moment in time while the introduction of color amidst decay shows the cycle and balance of life. A magnificent portrayal of entropy punctuated with the phoenix like rebirth from ashes only to fall in flames again. Very nicely done Cryptic
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