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Collecting diamonds
come, let me pick out thorns
from stalks of roses
gifts from a broken dream
scattered on feet too bruised
to dance
hurry for winter comes
free, cut the twine binding promises
holding together what was and is
whispers in tokens coins of silver
chase the caresses of naiads
on rivers of needs desires
tearing me from images
or canopied walks
silence the bell
no more calls by its tolling
rice mouldy on church floors
windows broken
wind whistling in
and I wait outside
looking into the emptiness.
from stalks of roses
gifts from a broken dream
scattered on feet too bruised
to dance
hurry for winter comes
free, cut the twine binding promises
holding together what was and is
whispers in tokens coins of silver
chase the caresses of naiads
on rivers of needs desires
tearing me from images
or canopied walks
silence the bell
no more calls by its tolling
rice mouldy on church floors
windows broken
wind whistling in
and I wait outside
looking into the emptiness.
Published 1st Nov 2015
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Anonymous
1st Nov 2015 4:12pm
Eh, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do, and you brought that point wonderfully within the lines of this beauty!
1st Nov 2015 10:08pm
Anonymous
1st Nov 2015 6:48pm
Grace,
Stark images of reality. Loved the "moldy rice" line.
tornado
Stark images of reality. Loved the "moldy rice" line.
tornado
1st Nov 2015 10:11pm
I like the image of old rice on church floors...them getting musty on the floor seems to symbolise forgotten promises or vows of a union. Thanks for dropping by Tornado.:)
1st Nov 2015 7:14pm
Beautifully crafted, sad work Grace. I take this as a look at marriages that have come apart. It could be collecting diamonds situated in rings. The images of the rice on the church floor and the wind whistling in are eerie and amazing. Excellent.
1st Nov 2015 10:07pm
Yes Crowfly... it is. When something no longer works the relationship is like an empty place, meaningless. Churches are where promises to stay together are made but alas...not all lasts forever. Thanks for reading. Love your new avatar:)
2nd Nov 2015 1:51am
