Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Soils of Serendipity

It hurts to love



So much sacrifice
Wrapped up in brownies
With a glaring grin
Of cynicism
And farewell.

The thank yous
And how do you dos
Lost in art
Culture and celibacy
Realms passing by tomorrow
Manners and sweet nothings
Or good for nothings
One only knows...

Sentiment once again finding her way
Through the basements
Of soggy souls and winters
Baby blankets tossed aside
Amidst a flurry
Of  clutter and lint
Dust bunnies claiming
Overtaking

No more I scream
Enough of this fake alabaster
Bring back the cream
The gloss, the moss
Of sweet serenity and
Long forgotten Sundays!

Trails to explore
Amongst the burning rays
On glowing skin
Always a reminder
Of the inner beams.

The dropped legacy
Shall find its way
Even if it has to dig 
In the dry parched dirt,
Exposing the innards
Of the desiccated land.

Those days will be reclaimed
Siphoning moisture
Found in the bulbous nuggets
Cherishing  them to bloom.

4 comments:

  1. I like the pace of this one. It's got a nice rhythm to it. I think the line breaks really helped with that! These lines really stood out to me: Bring back the cream
    The gloss, the moss
    Of sweet serenity and
    Long forgotten Sundays!
    Good share!

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  2. i like the no more alabaster...and the digging in the soil there at the end finding life once more...it feels a bit of a struggle within your lines...

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  3. There is a struggle definitely within...good depiction Brian

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  4. What we have..what we yearn for..it seems to come from the heart..I hope those days will be reclaimed!!

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