Tristesse
By Guttercat
Whispering petaloid whorls
In a garden of dusk
Verdant despair
I thread a path untrod
In a time betwixt murmurs
Silence
of the spheres
Scarlet lilies bleed cerisian tears
Drops of
amethyst mixed with gravel
I cut my finger on a lilac edge
A breath of leprosy
A taste of haematite
It can’t hurt something
broken
Bruised hearts
Diseased purpurate fruits
Hoarded
& fermented
A bitter caustic brew
It burns the delicate linings
& lulls me to a fevered slumber
Amidst the fecund roots
To dream of sadness everlasting
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Copyright 2010 Guttercat
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On Saturday, April 3, 2010, ubiquitoussoul
(343) wrote:
Very descriptive work..Your painting(as cliche as it sounds I can apply well here) with such colorful objects in here..flowers,fruit,disease..theres so much to see and feel..I do get a sad feeling after reading..Thanks for the write..