What They'll Find on My Body

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Valis16, Feb 9, 2007.

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  1. Valis16

    Valis16 Guest

    So, my death note. What do you think?


    Wild apples on the snowy mountainside
    My love watches with his beautiful eyes wide
    As my hand plucks them one by one.

    It’s like a lone saxophone, purring,
    Dripping melancholy notes,
    Or a streetlight’s orange glowing
    In the night where no one goes.

    There’s a ship that’s slowly sailing
    In a cold wind on green water,
    Could you tell me if they make it
    But I know it can’t be real.

    And the stars are feeding cricket chirps
    With the lure of waifish fire
    And the snow, it just keeps falling
    And the apples can’t hold out.

    What was a lover’s tree, to grow,
    The raw caress I choke to know
    On rock and ice of desperate climes,
    To live, but die a thousand times.

    It’s like a dream world, leaving
    Metaphoric marks and turns
    Distorted symbols dancing
    On my heart, it’s ceased to burn.
     
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like this very much - it's so beautifully worded!:smile: What a gem!:smile: :smile:

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