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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Beautiful Decay

















I once was here, gracing the land.
I aged and fell, decay taking my hand.
You appeared by my side,
like a saint,
ready to give, ready to take.
You spread new life, recycling me.

I weaken by day,  
you grow by night.
"Stay with me," I whisper,
charm sweeping over as I pass.
You garnish me with color
and a sense of class.
Your presents means I am no more,
my life is gone, it is now yours.
I gave you life and a place to be,
you add beauty to what is left of me.

10 comments:

  1. True beauty is eternal, it continues to live even though the owner of it is not existing!

    Wonderfully written :)

    Loved the last two lines
    "I gave you life and a place to be,
    you add beauty to what is left of me."


    Thanks for sharing :)

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  2. The closing lines really are something special. Liked the repeating "ready" as well. Just a wonderful poem.

    Great work here.

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  3. This was poignant and beautiful. Loved...

    ""Stay with me," I whisper,
    charm sweeping over as I pass.
    You garnish me with color
    and a sense of class. "

    and

    "I gave you life and a place to be,
    you add beauty to what is left of me."

    thanks

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  4. This piece absolutely rocks. It holds so much within its folds about transformation, death/life, becoming, salvaging, grace. This is a poem!

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    1. it is a lovely piece gwen...to bring beauty in death has only one meaning to me...smiles....

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  5. deeply moving and beautiful.lovely lines.

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  6. "You add beauty to what is left of me." Such a beautiful poem..............very lovely, Gwen.

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  7. This is the best poem I've read in a very long time. The picture and the poem together are reflective of the symbiotic relationship between the fungi and the tree. Nice work.

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  8. It's beautiful poem, Gwen. As your photographs!
    Love it! :-)

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