More rhyme than I usually employ.


Declining





I decline in the sun.
White, castoff and crestfallen--
coming undone.


Piece by piece, petal by petal--
absorbing small samples
of the unknown, transcendental


that I taste in spatters
of scabrous, tattered
measures of matter.


Too many times I've wandered
and meandered
in this garden of oleander


poisoned and nauseous,
inhaling the fragrance
of its white resonance.


At sunset I focus
on what once went unnoticed-
a slightness


sliding down my tongue,
smooth as honey
and somewhat outshone--


opening again
under a sunset strain
flooded with light, void of pain.






Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-08-13 at 23:49

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You write a very good hand! This one is perfect; and that's all there is to it.
Anyway, we have poems both at PoetBay and Allpoetry.
2005-09-13


Angie-M
Just too much good in this text!!
2005-08-15


Commentally Ill
you're declining, i'm reclining. i like the role of reader. :D
2005-08-15


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
'scabrous' again, such a lovely word. well a light ending, void of pain is better than burtsing with it i reckon.
2005-08-14