Charnel Rose

[jynxxxedangel]

Here's something I just came up with off the cuff. I think my writer's block is finally GONE! Hope you like:

Should I retreat deeper into myself, into you, or into dust?

Shall I open myself up, like a spent rose?

To be thrown into a grave, gathering must;

Or slowly dried to a husk in the sun?

My petals are dropping, one by one.

So poignant is this charnel flower; so red, it burns like broken faith.

Do you see deep into its heart of crimson?

Can you see me within, resisting decay,

Amidst the shadows of the withering fleur?

The vibrant center of a corrupted treasure.

Pluck me from my prison of dying leaves and bloom,

And press me into your shadowy tome.

Edited August 1, 2008 by jynxxxedangel

[peelingchrome]

*hug* I know that place well.

[jynxxxedangel]

I figured, with a handle such as yours.. *hug*

[the eternal]

bean and I like it

It's definitely not your run of the mill

There's good description, and I had to read it twice to fully appreciate it.

Which is a good thing.

It had enough depth to make you think.

Thinking is good

bean had to help me with it, because she used to work in a flowershop.

Although my occassional castoff writings are very "here it is--no delving required,"

I like poetry that needs a little explaining or knowledge that

may be out of what you know but second nature to the poet's experiences, hence the flower metaphors.

Keep it up!

[jynxxxedangel]

Thank you dearly.

This was my life; broken, yet living-- for so many years. The centre of a flower is always last to die. The first dropped petals are usually rubbed into a sidewalk along the garden path, with the toe of a scuffed shoe, by cruel children.

Edited June 20, 2009 by jynxxxedangel

[the eternal]

right there, that post beat a lot of poetry on here

It's funny, I've actually found random posts from DGNers to be quite poetic, even when they weren't trying

[jynxxxedangel]

:blushing: :blushing:

Now I'm embarassked.