Beneath the Petals

by Saerelune   Sep 7, 2013


Nipping at incense, you filled the air.
Like an opium den - broken dreams
scattered on the floor, naked feet
scarred by ashes, but you
weren't there.

You were a hallucination.

And you would bathe in the glory
of calligraphy, uncurled your fist
like a lotus flower and expected us
to explore the very pit of existence.

So here we are.

Scratching at the face of our past
as if eczema, not quite believing
the blood we find as we dig deeper.

But we never really believed in you either,
or did we?

7-9-2013
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  • 10 years ago

    by Britt

    "but you
    wasn't there."

    wasn't should be 'weren't' :)

    I love how your first stanza you bring in opium paired with the hallucination.

    This poem is so sad.. you have a lot of sad poetry lately and makes me wonder how you're doing lol. The second stanza holds it all for me and I really love it.. the descriptive nature is back here and it makes me cling to the poetry.

    You're bathing in the glory of calligraphry, paired with the lotus flower, almost as though you thought you were being drenched in beautiful things, only to find out it was held too close, too precious, and upon of pedestal -- placing whatever it is above anything else, and it's flawed, but maybe you can't see that..

    until you do. And then you realize the lie that there was belief... or was there? You never know because of the image of beauty before.. perhaps you longed so much for something beautiful in your world that you'd cling to it, even if it were dangerous to you.

    Perhaps I'm reading way too much into that, haha! This poem really made me think!

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