Decomposing Canopy

1112/4/13 This was written to represent an idea I continue to have about beauty. I see it in everything. On broken bones and petals, on floorboards and in coffins. Each see it elsewhere, I suppose...

The underworld that dances,
That frantically prances in a strangers eye
Is anothers simple sublime.

Captured and set alight on a pedestal,
Your picture of an eternal heaven is not
Mine.

Deceiving drops of ink on futile bloodshed scrolls glisten in the dark,
To a heart we'll never know yet greet at the door with compassion.

A decomposing canopy of corpses screams to me through silence
As it defiles the iris of an unnamed man
Who reaches for the apple I am blind to,
Hidden behind my favourite tree.

A platinum breeze is anothers burden -
The one on his knees is the others fool.

My mind is a chest
And while empty at best to the explorer of a golden cage,
It's filled with fruit to you.

Shattered pieces fit like a puzzle
In an empty frame hanging from the wall
But please me on the floor.
This conscious crooked smile appears on a page in equal distortion.
For it carries a blade,
And wears a shade of pink ballet shoes,
In utopia and Hell.

The end is before the shutter button.
Perfection breaks the lense and pirouettes beyond

Author's Note

This is perhaps the longest piece I've actually posted so if you make your way through it all I thank you!

Reviews

[quinfinn]

willow is a prolific, thoughtful and intense poet who uses gorgeous and frightening imagery to exude the passion in her sublime writes. there is so much depth and substance to your poetry as to be tangible and solid. i rarely see writing of this caliber on this site. you are brilliant.

[Ohhhwillow]

I am speechless, that means the world to me haha. I never considered myself to be talented, I write what I feel and to have those feelings so deeply appreciated is very exiting for me. Thank you quinfinn

[quinfinn]

then you truly have the soul of poet.....embrace it and continue with your words

[Baby Ricochet]

Artists can see the beauty in the world around them where others see garbage. I do it all the time and I couldn't draw a stick figure without stabbing myself in the eye. It's got to do with a creative perception of things. Great write Willow.

[Ohhhwillow]

Exactly! Thank you Baby!

[KeeD]

Talking about beauty this write was beyond beautiful. It had a unique flawless elegance to it. This conscious crooked smile appears on a page in equal distortion.
For it carries a blade,
And wears a shade of pink ballet shoes,
In utopia and Hell.
How you came up with this amazes me. Masterpiece indeed.

[Ohhhwillow]

Phew, your reaction to this piece is very motivating! I'm not sure about masterpiece, but I do thank you so much for putting time into reading my work Keegan

[Sami Khalil]

"Who reaches for the apple I am blind to,
Hidden behind my favourite tree. "
A nice write ...:)

[Ohhhwillow]

Thanks Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)