The Trees' Green, The Sunflowers' Yellow and The Roses' Red runs
then seeps into the ground,
the bark cracks into barely visible fragments
getting lost among the pebbles not to be found.
Leaves wilt and evaporate,
stems and branches forfeit and dampen.
People's bodies turn from me,
denying and denegrating.
Saying it's misplaced.
Because My Revolt and Hatred is audible.
My belligerence is for the misgivings of promise and
tidings of actuality.
The Silence inherits The Dark,
while startles meet the yearning
to be taken from this world.
A sudden painless swipe should do it!
Soon after, warm trickles will reasure
This *Right*.
Reviews
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well done
Interesting poem. Good use of symbols and imagery. Are the capitals used to shout particular words or for another reason? I can read many things into this, it could mean lots of things. What is it really about, ould have many meanings. You could be a frustrated gardener reading the first stanza, but I suspect not. Keep them coming, I enjoy your work.
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i enjoyed this read and i got the image it was about feeling alone in the world and the pondering thoughts of whether you want to be part of the world...was i along the right lines?
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Nice
People often have trouble reading into my work.
But yes, that was part of it. Afterthought to potential loss.
Cheers!
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June 17
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