Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Human Remains

Prompt: Choose a poem that you like. Take the last line of the poem and use that as the first line of your own poem.

Source: "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe.

Response: Human Remains

In her tomb by the sounding sea
the air glitters like
cold. Bitter black
fists clenched in dread of agony
and the sea sounds
the tomb entombed
and the sea sounds like
amber. Umber undulation
hands limp with accept of defeat
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

In his house by the weeping tree
the fire ripples like
heat. Sweet white
hands caress in symphony of aspiration
and the tree weeps
the house hollowed
and the tree weeps like
jade. Emerald emptying
fingers biting with embrace of unfeeling
In his house by the weeping tree.

In her rest by the churning deep
the silence beckons like
damaged. Stinging green
eyes closed in return of opalescence
and the deep churns
the rest arrested
and the deep churns like
ruby. Scarlet scintillation
brows knit with performance of retreat
In her rest by the churning deep.

In his wound by the aching hearth
the noise deafens like
whole. Mesmerizing gold
gaze glazed in propagation of grief
and the hearth aches
the wound unwound
and the hearth aches like
pearl. Ivory intuition
sight refracted in terror of delight
In his wound by the aching hearth.

Note: This poem was written with uneven margins, but apparently blogger doesn't do that . . . It looks a lot less cool like this :( but if you want to see the original composition visit the Cinco de Mayo post on the WEbook project.

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