The wall crumbled and old, the bricks falling to dust, The bones of the man as if sitting waiting against the wall, His bones dry and beginning to crumble, the hard hat at an angle where it had fallen, the shirt rotting and faded in the sun.
Through the opening that used to be a window, the bright green creeper had begun, it had crept along the wall like a snake, and seemed to find the opening in the shirt, climbed through the ribs of the man and almost like it knew, had come to an end just before his throat.
The bright red splash of colour and life of the rose, as if nature had placed a flower where his heart had been, shimmered in the sun.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
How nature seems to make all things beautiful in time if we give her a chance:-)
ladyjewelOPDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaJun 9, 2013
thank you Ken
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKJun 9, 2013
Hi LJ
This is so surreal - the imagery you conjure up is on the one hand unsettling, yet on the other hand, not without the comfort of nature's unfailing cycle of renewal.
If I may say so, the thinking man's (or woman's) poetry.
Regards
Bill
ladyjewelOPDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaJun 9, 2013
Thank you Bill , I get some strange thoughts sometimes, its kind of nice to put them somewhere
Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaJun 10, 2013
Hi Jewel,
I can imagine this one. An ancient corpse subsumed by nature. Part of that amazing process that once was humanity and has now become recognized as simply a part of a larger process and honoured for an existence that was by that splash of colour of a rose. Very poignant.
ladyjewelOPDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaJun 10, 2013
thank you very much, i love comments from both of you great guys
I'm with everyone else in what they say. I really enjoyed the read. A different arrow to your bow again. So I have fallen head over heels for a most talented young Lady. Believe me my Soul, that suits me down to the ground. Keep up the good work. Catch you later. Your Michael.
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKJun 10, 2013
A superb write Ladyjewel.
PipinNantwich, Cheshire, England UKJun 10, 2013
Very nice writing, enjoyed reading it, thank you very much for sharing
ladyjewelOPDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaJun 10, 2013
Pippin, thank you Odette, am glad you are back
My love, thank you,
ArteeeChristchurch, Canterbury New ZealandJun 12, 2013
WOW!!.... Great stuff! I love this.. You are such an amazing writer.. I love your poems ladyjewel!!...
i write alot of poetry and always rhyme its just how i am. but wow amazing vivid image the metaphor u used as a man was magical serious serious talent. check out my poems an tell me what u think id appreciate some feedback from a pro like yourself
Comments (12)
This is so surreal - the imagery you conjure up is on the one hand unsettling, yet on the other hand, not without the comfort of nature's unfailing cycle of renewal.
If I may say so, the thinking man's (or woman's) poetry.
Regards
Bill
I get some strange thoughts sometimes, its kind of nice to put them somewhere
I can imagine this one. An ancient corpse subsumed by nature. Part of that amazing process that once was humanity and has now become recognized as simply a part of a larger process and honoured for an existence that was by that splash of colour of a rose. Very poignant.
Catch you later.
Your Michael.
Odette, am glad you are back
My love, thank you,
I love your poems ladyjewel!!...