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The Grass Remains Violet
Deep in the darkness I see a rose bloom,
Violet threads of what is to be green,
The light spirals from the pollen,
Out to touch my awe fallen face.
The universe is the center of the rose,
Bright and brilliant against the dark,
Yet the red is fading away from the petals,
The light waning in its final struggle.
Reaching to touch its frail silk surface,
A choir of voices fill my ears gently,
My hand closer to the light of the rose,
The voices raise and my ears rejoice.
Suddenly the light is gone; the rose stands,
A normal rose dying among the trash of here,
Depressing to see vividness die before me,
The grass remains violet; the world crashes.
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Comment by: Falling - 2008-01-24 21:57
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| You protrayed how frail the world around us really is as your focus was on the rose, but around was the beauty as well, but in a minute, it could be gone... the rose petal, last one to drop... introspective thinking. |
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| Haunting imagery, beauty and darkness intertwined, love the way you set up the mood for this piece. |
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Comment by: lucy - 2007-11-01 04:29
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the imagery- conflict of beauty and death, colors and life, touch and sound.
Whew. fav. line: A choir of voices fill my ears gently,
I do think that some words, the fluff, could be removed and the poem would be inspiring. Spiritual. It would make the words stand out on their own without being crowded. |
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Comment by: amel - 2007-11-01 01:16
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| awesome read :) |
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| What an intense poem. I wonder what it would be like if you cut out some of the words, like "to be," etc., and made it more succinct? You have some beautiful imagery. |
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