More rhyme than I usually employ.
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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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
Read 904 times
Written on 2005-08-13 at 23:49
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