Without a word
You left a space
that hung in the air
like a stinging odor.
You were replaced by dusty portraits
And decaying,
Dried up roses.
After endured
The pain became
Like a seed in soil,
That enabled me to grow.
To reach as far as I could.
to enjoy life, and its warm pleasures
At my roots.
To stand alone,
Yet without fear of my oneness,
To Flower.
If your ugliness has touched many
As strong as I,
What a beautiful garden you have left behind,
To Flower.
Great use of imagery. I loved the relationship you built between pain and flowers: the two things that are opposite of each other in terms of beauty. I especially liked the line "you were replaced by dusty portraits and decaying dried up roses." I feel that it helped set the tone for this poem.
ReplyDeleteI love in the beginning when you used space and the left that huge gap in your poem. I really could feel what you were trying to say. =]
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