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Imaginary

May 9, 2017
By blowyourtrumpets SILVER, San Jose , California
blowyourtrumpets SILVER, San Jose , California
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I recall quite the face:
Livid in motion.
Whilst dead as a slate.
Enchantment seldom broken.

 

She pranced about her tomb,
Content as could be.
Loving her “life,”
And everything but me.

 

In the depth of her bloom,
I made but a sound.
Anticipate the scythe,
And destroy such a frown.

 

Diminish thine womb,
And all that could speak.
With this sullied knife
My passion could peak.

 

They recalled quite the face:
Dormant in motion.
Without a trace,
Perpetually broken.

 

He whom is always twixt blooms
Lost to the sea.
Destroyed such a “life,”
And all he could be.


The author's comments:

I really liked the emotion emitted through this poem and I made a Rhyme scheme called rhythmic purgatory for it and it goes like this:

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