Monday, April 30, 2012

A Time To Die

I die to feel the blaze of the sun
Beat down on me, I wish to sizzle
Like the fuse of a firecracker brick
Consume me, chew me up by chisel
Along wooden grooves to come undone

Layers melt too slowly for ice pick
Chip away, unleash a new vision
Like inventing a new world without skies
Unbind me, I ache for collision
With space spinning I aim to be sick

Of insidious ingested lies
Purge me, I want to live something true
Like a story that's always just begun
Crave me, I am yearning for you to
Wake up it's time to say your goodbyes


A poetry prompt from:
the imaginary garden with real toads


This is an Envelope Quintet, with the last stanza linking back to the original envelope.

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