Hush

The petals wilt and float gently to the ground below

Colour drains from vibrant hue leaving pale remains to dry

Crimson flakes contrasting cool white glow

They dry and curl, hugging themselves tight

Crumbling to dust carried off by mourning wind.

 

Lifeless laying scattered remains where no one`s eye falls still

Beauty gone waste with blind care, It slumps defeated, forever untreated.

Weakening spine bent to a bow, sickly head hung despairingly low

Ill petals fall to the grave as tears dampen with dew

 

Sorrowfully not given a chance

It weeps unto its browning feet dug shallowly in the ground

Unnoticed death beside the stone, once stood up strong

Grey around dulls the soul, while crimson paints the smiles

 

Once the colour fades from sight, Paling to the death It overlooked

Backs are shown without remorse, left with empty shade

No life around offers hope, only loose soil patted still

Beneath the earth secrets held, It knows them all too well

 

Wilted petals fall to the ground, laying at the lifeless grey

Weeping colour to the soil, where it is absorbed without know

The only shade which lights the grave, faints away from view

Soon all It will be to the earth, is a hushed secret never to tell

 

Author's Note

thoughts, comments, interpretations always welcome.

I wrote this as a self depiction of society and the way we treat ourselves, others and the cultures which seem to gradually become extinct. The wilting flower is representative of society, how we allow the wars, greed, malice to destroy our humanity, to destroy the society we built with dreams of freedom, peace, love, happiness but instead allowed selfishness to bring separation, racism, divisions of class etc. We live without leaving a possitive mark, and thus will become another forgotten era who failed to keep our culture alive. (Eventually)

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Life is just like this for us humans and those who are flowers. How often people look in the mirror starring at the new wrinkles on their face, and they wonder just how far will this go, it is like the petals losing color and falling to the ground before being swished away by the morning winds. How well does someone handle growing old do we wilt like the flower did, slowly becoming alone as others around us pass a way turning our once bright days to days of gray as we wait on death to finally take us.

To me this poem is exploring the aging process to death and then it adds even more reality that reminding us that unless we do something great in this life, that after our death time will eventually erase us from history as being not even a factor as if we never existed.

I will fade to black now and hush my review...

Enjoyed this!

[victoria]

this was amazing. was it about the dead being forgotten? im not entirely sure, but sometimes being unsure is what makes the poem good. the imagery was great, i loved the whole thing :D

[LitBlogger]

Amazing poem, I loved the imagery you used. It's beautiful! Great Job.
-LitBlogger

PS. Thanks alot for reviewing my poem. I really appreciate it. :D

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

There are some description in this poem that sweet through the mind in a trippy sort of way. I like the feeling of reality being altered. It felt to me as if a life could have been saved, but the apathy of man never cared to lift a finger.

[Katelyn Stuart]

I really like the descriptiveness. This is like liquid, it flows so nicely!