Cocoon

Roaring
Like the fire’s embers bursting into the air; ever consuming.
Like the ocean’s tide crawling up the land’s back; ever consuming.
Like the miracle of life settling on every field; ever consuming.

Buried under our own sin; the herald of our rebirth.
The uroboros is never sated.
Venom burns the ground that we build upon.

A touch, a smile.
An amusing thought, pondered awhile.
A whisper, a tear.
A material memory, something held dear.
A caress, a glance,
Across the ground, euphoria’s prance.

Beginnings, suffering, complaints..
                What do you see?

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

I see beauty through the tall, relinquished and mocked world. Your words hit it head on. Nice flow with a symbolic break down of beauty, though short lived and leaving a question of mere existence. Good piece.

[Luke Rawlings]

Thanks! Expect reviews incoming! :D

[justjenn_2u]

You are very welcome.

[R. L. Hill]

A new creation.

This is stunning. The visuals are remarkable. The first stanza brought me immediately to attention. Brilliant write, dear.

[Luke Rawlings]

It is pretty much a question of what you see within the world, so I am glad your view is an optimistic one :D

[R. L. Hill]

Then I would say that I view my world as a new creation; a rebirth towards something greater. I'm glad it turned out optimistic as well!

[Luke Rawlings]

What is the thing that will be greater?

[R. L. Hill]

Myself. A new version. Or well, a version of myself untainted by skewed images of what I SHOULD be.

[Luke Rawlings]

A noble goal- growth. It sounds like you have some darkness inside but remember, always pack spare batteries for the torch and never go outside alone. This is not a horror :P

[R. L. Hill]

HAHAH! I wonder why I will need a torch. And, I'm not quite sure where my bathroom buddy has wandered off to....... *shifty eyes*

[Luke Rawlings]

Maybe you need to attach that buddy to your arm so they don't wander off :')

[R. L. Hill]

*pulls out her sewing kit* Will do!