There were
white swans in green grass
And blades
of lust
Wings
flapped
And I held
my breath
They were
but plastic cans in dust
Our yellow
blooded creatures
Have grown
since the winter
What lightly
tickled then stings now
And draws
more than just yellow blood
I recoil now
from what I dearly loved
I shut gates
And doors and
closets
And windows
For I may
walk in
And find you
there
What season
is it?
You ask,
hoping for spring.
And it is
spring, and you are right
But I am the
creature
That’ll die
by night
See them now
Those plastic
cans
For what
they are
Not as you
do
For what
they could’ve been
But why not?
Why not be
swans
In blades of
lust
Who are they
to tell us where we belong?
Let’s hold
our breath above water
Who says we
can’t live in vacuum?
Who says we
need to breathe?
Who says we
are swans or plastic cans?
Who says we
shouldn’t be?
the picture is beautiful. the wordings yearn to infuse guilt and manage it wonderfully. and the term yellow blooded, that well just confused me.
ReplyDeleteI have a fascination for a certain type of yellow-blooded insects. We started off on a bad foot with me killing them. Then we grew more tender emotions and I would let them crawl up my finger. Now they've grown big and their pincers have sharpened and trust me, you don't want them crawling all over you anymore.
Deletei wouldn't want anything crawling over me. pincers or not!
Deletebut fascination for insects? whats so interesting about them? i may sound rude, but i ask more out of curiosity than anything else.
It's a strange new fascination I don't quite understand myself. I have no love for creepy crawly creatures, thank you!
DeleteI have no love for creepy crawly creatures, thank you! LOL.
Deletewhat else do u have a fascination for?
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