Sorry guys but I’m afraid it’s Bad Poetry Weekend once again. I’m off to a wedding today (in a purple bridesmaid dress at that) then I plan to see some friends. I’m pretty excited and it should be fun. How about you, what are your weekend plans? I sure hope whatever it is, it will bring you happiness and peace of mind just as I hope mine would.
So, this is not inspired by a song like last time’s hideous piece. I just woke up last Wednesday at dawn and felt some words mysteriously coming to me and I had to take out my iPhone and take a note at a God forbidden time. I have not edited this as it came though so please forgive me for torturing you once more. I don’t even know why I’m writing these things but still tell me what you think and how you relate; bashers welcome too. 😆
Food spoils atrociously and leaves fall and rot
Glasses break to thousands and iron just rusts
Fresh to withered everything goes unceremonious
A time to die scheduled, lingering in the moors.
Tires they blow or get exhausted and fade
Flowers turn brown, petals shrink and escape
A lonely end done waiting, finally taking revenge
Time always triumphs; don’t fight. Is it fate?
Just like the spark between you and I
Magical then gone or did we loose it somehow?
Where to go, what to do to excite, inspire?
My miracle has fled too soon, too fast.
Photos taken from here.