El Morpho
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All I Am
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Emptying
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A beautiful blue,
That the world can see, When he graces their sights, On a light-hearted breeze, Flapping his wings, To an unsung song, He will appear to be happy, But this is inherently wrong. To alight upon a person, Brings the greatest of joy, To his simple desires, Of gestures to employ. The wings of the Morpho, Are open to all, However when injured, Will cause him to fall, So his wings will lift, To a color untrue, And no one will see, His enlightening blue. A delicate creature, With limited time, Sets forth on a journey, To conquer his rhyme. |
All I am is a broken slinky,
Twisted and tortured and bent, My errors exposed, The whole world knows, Just what caused my dent. But this broken spring has spirit, In every busted coil, It may not be, Plain to see, But it wears with pride, its toil. Maybe no slinky is perfect, But at least you know it works, And in that find, Lies beauty blind, Despite its many quirks. |
One day, in this very room
There will be a lonesome desolation As they remove the pictures from the walls And the curtains from the windows Its fixtures will steadily empty I will have long since been gone One day, rapt in this treasured place Someone else will reside And look to freshly painted ceilings Marveling what is hidden beneath concealed coats As the fan whirs, and the floor whines They will see this place in a new light Family will have long since been gone One day, looking out upon this sanctifying street A once cherished home will be broken And in its place – a forebodingly bleaker building Gone are the memories Lost with those that have moved away And deserted is the dwelling Vulnerably allowed to become insignificant Others will have long since been departed One day, in this sinister hour The wallpaper of the once beloved room That has witnessed more than it could enlighten Becomes scattered across endless terrains The love that blissfully existed – Hidden amidst the outcomes of progress We will have long since been gone One day, our glorious existence will end As the earth halts in its position As the sun takes in its last breath As we are judged – both living and dead All will have long since been risen And the world will start again |