Purple pedals hit my face as i walk,
Then flow and flip as they fall down,
The Earths sweet scent fills my mouth when i talk.
But they instantly are dirty as they hit the ground.
Momentary beauty leaves impression,
Upon the heart and the brain,
It leaves you wanting more like obsession.
You can never get rid of the fleeting stain.
The bleeding pleasure that seeps from life,
Beauty is existence that works well,
Beauty can never give you the same feeling twice.
I miss the feeling i had as the first pedal fell.
Or the way the sun looked as it hung above the night.
Everybody feels something different looking at the same image,
Everything contains the trait,
Its easy to get attached, beauty is a new appendage.
But if you look closely, the most beautiful thing is fate.
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"I miss the feeling i had as the first pedal fell"
ReplyDeleteThis line says so much. I love that it echos the imagery from the first stanza. I enjoyed your take on beauty. A lot of truth is in the lines.
Now seeing the first stanza I woudl have loved to see you continue in a cascading affect with that imagery...I was relaly connecting with you. (just an idea for another time) That stanza locked me in though and I wanted more of it.
[I really cried... again] People cling to their senses in order to remember. Every thing is tied to another memory, but its always the first we fight to go back to. Beauty being seen in everything, that initial glace is all it takes to make a person clawing insanely at everything in there path to have their breath stolen again. It makes me wonder if everyone looks at the world to see these things. I wonder if every person is able to feel the anguish of never getting that sensation back.
ReplyDelete"Beauty can never give you the same feeling twice. I miss the feeling i had as the first pedal fell. Or the way the sun looked as it hung above the night." I find myself wanting to replace beauty with other words too.. love, pain, ecstasy, loss
Beautiful is right. You are getting so deep and showing sides of you that only people close to you have seen. Every one needs to see how much depth you hold, and the emotion you seldom own up to with others. This shows how gentle you REALLY are. This is your heart.
ily
This is really nice. Well stated, you painted a wonderful bright colored and vibrant picture with this poem. :)
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