From the first faltering moments of awareness
The eerie, haunting notes of melancholia play softly
Beyond every seemingly endless blue sky
is the eternal abyss
The fate that awaits us all
That which has divided and discriminated
In life now equalised in death
For every flower in full bloom
As It basks in its exquisiteness
Awaits a curtain call of sepia edges
Giving way to browns and greys
Then black..as it returns to the earth
Decaying to nothingness.
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you have captured the imagination well. I love it camille x
Thank you
I really like how visual it is.
That's what I attempt . To allow the reader to create a canvas in their mind . With a freedom to paint from your own palate and bring alive your own interpretation ..
such a powerful ending camile ..
For every flower in full bloom
As It basks in its exquisiteness
Awaits a curtain call of sepia edges
Giving way to browns and greys
Then black..''
the slow decaying of a fully bloomed and alive flower losing its colours and turning to black .. i love how you have brought in the idea of a flower
a seemingly well thought out and clever poem
Thank you for your kind critique . C x
your welcome :-)x
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