Fragile forms

So first thing I poet on here

Warped into the fabric of your earthly form
My eyes turn blue at the thought of the soul
Roots of worlds unbeknownst
Cower to the dread well known

Through velvet vails of perception
Burns the fire of deception
Flames spread through ivory towers
Fiery vines crawl between blooming flowers

Let me skin your flesh and break your bones
Even should the fire take me whole
In your mangled body lays a thing we long forgot

Should our forms collapse
Would we find forgotten jewels of the past?
Or should we see unmoving stones?
Choose your fate or break your bones

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this is a very interesting look at the body and how frail it is against everything. yet throughout this esoteric verse are hints at something that lies beyond flesh and bone. 'My eyes turn blue at the thought of the soul'; 'In your mangled body lays a thing we long forgot' are two stunning lines. in Buddhism we call this the jewel, the thing that outlast the body, unbreakable and eternal. that one needs to seek this and accept the inevitable demise of the body is spiritual practice. this was a thought-provoking and beautifully written piece. thank you for sharing.

[Adriana]

Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful comment.