- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Flowers and Corpses (A Villanelle)
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Click hereThe pastel rooms are disturbingly calm,
Even the paintings are vertigo sweet.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.
Whey-faced attendants with rictus aplomb
Cluster like crows among cars and the street.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm
And hush. The lilies lean in for the psalm
Still has clarity. When families meet,
There’s flowers and corpses. (Unlikely balm.)
Still we grip petals of hope in the palm,
Resolute in thrall of flesh yielding heat.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm,
They wear too much perfume. The music, Brahms,
doesn't soothe, all is rouged but incomplete.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.
The day, much like death, slips endlessly on
In each tick of time and click of heartbeat.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.
- COMMENTS
Sapphos Sisterabout 15 years agoSo often the form governs the poem but here you have used it to beautiful effect.
Expertly done
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Maria2394about 15 years agoI'm sitting here listening to AC/DC and your poem STILL brought me to a somber place. BUT what a lovely poem!! I was barely aware it was a form.
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annaswirlsabout 15 years agothe round and round of this poem, calm, pastel, perfumed....was very soothing in its sadness. Well done. Must read again to learn the form.
