You lift yourself up from the bed
Drag yourself to the kitchen
And make yourself a cup of tea.
The morning sun invades the room through porous curtains.
The dishevelled bedsheet, unable to move
Gapes at you, pathetically,
It's virginal bloom, trampled,
At the feet of a carnivore.
Yesterday it had blushed pink
Yesterday it was fragrant with rose petals strewn all over it.
Pink, your favourite.
Today, it remains,
Stained with your crushed dreams,
Your little desires killed in the womb.
You dispose it in the washing machine
And gulp your tea; your tongue scalded.
The machine crushes the remaining folds
As you pick a smile and rehearse it before the mirror.
The carnivore shall return; he must return
To claim his fealty
And it must blush pink again.
Drag yourself to the kitchen
And make yourself a cup of tea.
The morning sun invades the room through porous curtains.
The dishevelled bedsheet, unable to move
Gapes at you, pathetically,
It's virginal bloom, trampled,
At the feet of a carnivore.
Yesterday it had blushed pink
Yesterday it was fragrant with rose petals strewn all over it.
Pink, your favourite.
Today, it remains,
Stained with your crushed dreams,
Your little desires killed in the womb.
You dispose it in the washing machine
And gulp your tea; your tongue scalded.
The machine crushes the remaining folds
As you pick a smile and rehearse it before the mirror.
The carnivore shall return; he must return
To claim his fealty
And it must blush pink again.
you know what you do? you pick of quite used words and place them in quite a used up way.. but what it presents is something poetic, this time and all the time.. its awesome!!
ReplyDeleteThis is a powerful poem with vivid imagery!
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