A cadaver with a
heartbeat
A cold and lifeless hand
One used to stroke his
gentle face
Lies dying in the sand
Sailing a ship of
cellophane
And fragile broken
hearts
The storm was quick and
full of might
Limb from limb torn
apart
What remains is but a
casing
The soul was washed away
A psoriatic heart
remains
Scaled. Hardened. Frayed.
A cadaver with a
heartbeat
Is all that now is seen
An empty shell of what
was here
And
of what could have been
Awesome. Great read.
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DeleteGood poem, very visual - the photo goes great with it...
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DeleteHaunting. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly Sir Frederick. For your never ending support.
DeleteHi this is John.I commented A very creative comparison between man and nature; when man grasps for things that would leave his mark in life for his achievements titles and family as his legacy.. A tree has its rings to show longevity and experience on earth and the woodgrain beneath its rough surface can show its beauty as a legacy,perhaps as a piece of fine furniture or if its limbs are strong and straight it could become a structure that would remain for many years after its connection to the earth.just like man, earth is the foundation of life rain rivers and oceans sustain life, the sun and the sky give the energy for life even when neglected and broken like this sunken shell of what is left of this tree,just like man when his life begins to fail they reach up to the heavens with their gnarled tired hands grasp for something MORE!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful commentary. Thank you so much for reading!
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