The beaker shattered beautifully,
releasing all it held,
so love could drain in liquid fall;
and hate could be revealed.
There was in bubbled bruising,
the trickle of our past,
and alchemy in mocking shine;
a cruel, complete contrast.
The heart had held hermetic,
the truth of all we were,
and simmered slow and soulfully,
the death of all we knew.
There was no understanding,
no insight to the cause,
which carried us mysterious,
from joy to hell's sharp claws.
ALCHEMY (noun)
releasing all it held,
so love could drain in liquid fall;
and hate could be revealed.
There was in bubbled bruising,
the trickle of our past,
and alchemy in mocking shine;
a cruel, complete contrast.
The heart had held hermetic,
the truth of all we were,
and simmered slow and soulfully,
the death of all we knew.
There was no understanding,
no insight to the cause,
which carried us mysterious,
from joy to hell's sharp claws.
ALCHEMY (noun)
1
: a
medieval chemical science and speculative philosophy aiming to achieve
the transmutation of the base metals into gold, the discovery of a
universal cure for disease, and the discovery of a means of indefinitely
prolonging life
2
: a power or process of transforming something common into something special
Lovely poetry...enchanting.
ReplyDeleteVery talented and so loved this, the 2nd Stanza especially ..there was in bubbled bruising...excellent.
ReplyDeleteThis flows beautifully.
ReplyDeleteSad, but beautifully rendered.
ReplyDeletePortraying love and broken love with a flask is so cool (: Awesome job.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, not a single word out of place. I had to go back and re-read it out loud...
ReplyDeleteI started to read this aloud to enjoy the language more. Nice writing!
ReplyDeleteThe broken flask, but especially the last : from joy to hell's sharp claws.
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