Picking supernovas from my garden
In a desert far from nowhere
Euphoric irises and sanguine lips
Eclipse; soon to shine on
Dust arises like stars in the depths
Of Neptune's vast domain,
I see planets consume the fruit
Of destiny hidden in the niche
Of life; yet somehow we protrude,
A scar upon this emerald vale
Destined for a fate undeserving,
But guided by hands taught
That their actions are out of their
I water daises with my tears,
For my galaxies have withered
In a spiral of decay, they stay.
So I weep for those that tremble,
And think for those that shiver,
Now I wait for those that see
The truth; a flesh obsessed monstrosity.
Picture painting imagery! What a nice word choice and flow. I like how the poem doesn't rhyme until the last stanza and then you have an internal rhyme in one line and then the end rhymes....it makes the rhythm memorable. Creative metaphors. Great job on this one!