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Met for my Metaphors, Smile for my Simile Posted on 11-07-2007
Texas City, TX
(One of my fav. poems, repost) I built a rose, curved every petal, gave it thorns Red tips sprayed with obsession and my first lesson was born My love blossomed with promise, and smelled of lasting passion But earth's beauty was passive; time set silk to the ashes Then after I made a pyre; an architect newly empowered Angles to mirrors veneer, with no fear of height, clear of showers Yet shade to sun, heat to cold made the shatter much louder And I cried for every layer, then prayed for every hour. Tired from making what I thought I should, I carved a bed The headrest gilded with gold, then garnished without regret Lying between the sheets and cotton, lined with silk much softer, I found what I was after was everything that was offered. Like a child, I thought of flowers that died with the age Like a man, I thought of towers that never could stand the stage The effort in the journey made the rest worth the pain And my slumber was forever; I could never wake again.
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AfroPoeticSista replied on 11-09-2007 03:44PM [Reply]
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