"Flipped Adage" ... professor gave us five words to incorporate into the poem, and of course we had to flip an adage at the end :)
Standing on that rocky precipice between the
sickle and the rainbow,
my father, grey-bearded and sunken
extends trembling fingers to the
brass knob at the edge of his world.
We all know how the story ends—
And he died unhappily never after.
"Story of a Moment" ... focus on the sensory detail of a single moment in life :)
Colors of Silence
Wet black shoes reflect green blades of grass that are
trampled from standing.
Looking down, a sallow casket reflects the sunlight that
still shines from a sun that still rose today.
And my blue eyes reflect tears in the eyes of strangers.
A drab procession, we are the misplaced blackness
among the light of midday.
White oaks sway from the caress of velvety wind,
bluebirds glide overhead, blind to mourning.
And my uncle lies silent beneath an ivory box.
Pink laughter pierces deaf ears
of grey and black grief.
Sharp metallic chirping interrupts an artificial
silence.
And beneath my black shoes and the green brown earth
a fiery-red core ceaselessly burns
despite the stifling of a vibrant life.
Beautifully described juxtaposition of life and death combined in a single moment...the overlapping and layers are powerfully described here. I particularly enjoyed the line: Pink laughter pierces deaf ears of grey and black grief. Thank you for sharing! Kaiden
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