Blueberry Muffins

They rise and fall,

like a constant motion,

ready to destroy and 

sacrifice their own.

Velvet runs down the fairness,

enveloping beauty in its very form.

For screams erupt as the smoke gathers.

No more war between them.

One by one,

they vanish.

Devoured by soiled mouths-

And so, the whispers begin.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Being a more straightforward thinker, I do not always grasp the many layers of your message, but I love the way you craft your words. I expected the delicious title to lead to something sweet & I find it ironic that you are serving up something seemingly melancholic. I like when writing is far from predictable, even if it's not my strength to analyze such expression. Thanks for helping me stretch my boundaries (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[PandaPeaceful]

I understand where you're coming from. Sometimes one just looks at words, and finds no meaning to them. Thank you for the lovely review barley! Hope all is well!

[emmajoy]

A sad poem about what should be such a delightful feast! A two-way metaphor...

[PandaPeaceful]

Indeed. Thank you for the review!

[emmajoy]

You're welcome.