::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, November 7, 2009

remnant of Love

dim light illuminates her,
standing naked once more, proud.
shivering as cool air
passes over pale skin
that now swells to reveal new growth
the last remnant of Love.

she shakes away the single tear and stands, strong.
to walks back into the deep comfort of the forest.

rain falls quietly in the night, again
and she runs, wildly in the dark
carrying the child born to destiny,
with spite following just behind

crossing through the waters
she hands the child to the trees
and turns, facing spite

from the trees emerge the few
who still believe in Love's remnant,
and without a word they stand to fight.

1 comment:

  1. i liked the repeating rhythm of the hanging adjective in this:

    "more, proud."

    "stands, strong."

    "night, again"

    ok, "again" is not a formal adjective but the overall effect was like a bass drum being thwacked and gave a cool boost to the meter.

    so, yeah, for me that was a cool backbeat.