You loved gardening, didn't you?
you did a great job
with all the
plants and trees
long dead
in these wild forests
you were a mere gardener
bubbling with knowledge
limited to your
backyard garden
but you seemed more than happy
to trim the overgrown greenery
and lively weeds
in the forest
I had known
that
you just wanted to visit
the lone cuckoo
perched with whatever grace it had
on the top of
an almost dead tree
looking out
at the river
that sold dead roots
to the basin
where it died
amazed
at how life
carried
death
like it was a companion
life loved with all sincerity
And one day
like usual
you were staring at the cuckoo
busy trimming the bushes
when you cut yourself
the bird could not lend you
her steely feather
because
she was afraid
it would only
break you more
she flew
without coming
to your aid
singing the song
of heartbreak
the bittersweet torment.
One you tasted
at her departure.
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A/N: Sometimes, I find messing with metaphors great fun. And look how messy it can turn out to be...
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©VioletEden
18thFebruary2017
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Vermillion
PoesíaI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
