A story retold

A story retold

 

Behold the flower stooping upon a flower,

The graves and stones are not cold under a warm star.

The metaphor of grief falls from a brown leaf.

A bold kiss locks itself on a pair of faint lips.

They have plucked a flower grown near a headstone,

March is dripping down its earthy green stem, smell it.

Poison hisses but passes the mingling bodies

Death can wait till the renewal terms of their

Ever-changing story. The story is retold

Every day and night rocking upon this planet.

 

 

 

Reviews

[lori c]

the more i read this one, the more it attaches itself to me. there is a bittersweetness to this piece as well as a banquet for the senses. well done.

[Alice Bliss]

A delight for the senses of sight, smell and touch. I especially like the sounds you've put together with some rhyme and alliteration. I love "Poison hisses but passes the mingling bodies". You've really got to read the poem aloud to do it justice. Great job!

[Chillbear Latrigue]

I enjoyed the imagery and action of this poem. Very carefully written.

[deadlife]

A brilliant write on life..Death..and everything between.

[Cece]

The story is not of the retold
But of the story repeated
Metaphors are plain and straight

Death does not wait
It is repeat over again
The story to be repeated

Imagery is beautiful
Metaphors true
Writer is true

[George Love]

Love these meaningful, short and powerful works. Well done

[maiarusm]

I'm not sure if my interpretation is correct but my only thought as I was reading this is the 'cycle of life and death'. It's a good poem. I like it.

[Kasey Klein]

A wonderful portrait of life, my friend

[waywithwords]

I too enjoyed this beautiful poem with such great imagery my friend Kushal. Even in death there is beauty. Annexxx

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

deep, wonderfully written. i really liked this one.


great write