Unchangeable

by Lu   Feb 14, 2011


Today will never be the same
as yesterday, for everything
we engage in today,
hinges on the narrow twist
of lines we walk toward tomorrow.

Many times we effeminize
our tongue, painting it with dabs
of blushing pink.

Only to regret a poorly displayed
canvas of egestive fiction,
on a background of winter.

Left to ponder -
If only ... the surface
would of best been scratched by truth
than stroked with rose colored ink.

Regrets, like our fingerprints,
are unique and unchangeable.
Perhaps we may have many,
few or perhaps even none.

Yet I know, if I die today,
lay me in a field of wild roses,
for every thorn
that has pierced my heart,
has long been washed away

For Danny's challenge

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  • 13 years ago

    by Melpomene

    Lu,

    I loved the concept behind this poem and the way you linked it to a canvas was interesting.

    "Only to regret a poorly displayed
    canvas of egestive fiction,
    on a background of winter."

    These were my favorite lines, the white canvas being winter was an amazing image, although you didn't depict a winter scene using words exactly, I found myself portraying this beautiful little image of winter on canvas as it came alive. This was because you wrote the above so creatively, you pushed my mind to see it.

    I adored the use of fingertips a beautiful way to depict uniqueness. I wouldn't have thought of that, such a creative idea.

    This is why your writing always grasps my attention, it's creative and holds an amazing concept that I find myself relating to.

    -Mel

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