Etched in graffitti

I am a metamorphosis
of dark statue to crumbling dust,
a battling caterpillar
threatening imminence
the constrains of cage
and cocoon.

Sweep away tragedy
like flecks of mica chips
blossoming quietly,
sheltering secretly
in the dew; hiding from
the seeking sun.

When all the stones
sit, glistening, polished,
by the weather of time
in a crystal bowl
there lies the history
of a pourous memory

quickly overtaken,
with perplexion of perception,
the confusion of marble reflection.
A liquid that refuses
to sweat or cry.
A Promise that refuses to die.

 

'Sweep away tragedy
like flecks of mica chips
blossoming quietly,
sheltering secretly
in the dew; hiding from
the seeking sun.'

Brilliant, I'm surprised no-one else has quoted it.
Regardless, I love the whole poem.
So many feelings you stir...

 

"a pourous memory" - marvelous analogy! Love your alliteration as well.

 

your work is always enjoyable to take in. I particularly loved the observations in this one... the entire piece felt well rounded. thx for sharing it

 

mmmm!

"a battling caterpillar
threatening imminence
the constrains of cage
and cocoon."

 

Glad you liked it.