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poem I should have called 'opiate'

burntserkits

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Through the Clouded Clearing

I saw a bruised sky,
tainted with the rage of a dying Earth.

I heard the weeping of entombed bodies
in every one of my breaths.

An angel fell and broke her wings,
she is still in ecstasy, unknowingly.

I have spoken the eulogy of my beloved,
forever alive, but elsewhere.

I smelled the odor of something decaying,
no, of something not yet dead.

I then tasted sweetness in my mouth,
like candy to a child.

I was there, in that moment
lost in Heaven.
 
I like this... it has gravity.

These stanzas remind me of Lorca:

I saw a bruised sky,
tainted with the rage of a dying Earth.

I heard the weeping of entombed bodies
in every one of my breaths.

An angel fell and broke her wings,
she is still in ecstasy, unknowingly.
 
That's awesome-thanks.... I've been on a writing hiatus for several months. I had a very serious car accident June 10 and yesterday was the first poem I've written since. It is the first piece of my LiveJournal acct if you've like to have a look. It relates to the accident in many ways and every word and evey stanza poured from the light protruding my healing spirit. You should check it out. I'll post my piece on here, as well. Enjoy...:)
 
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