Journal: Of Gods and Men
-------------------------------------------Mood: Observant and Creative!
She was in the realm of the Gods she observed, as she shielded her envious eyes from the sunbeams streaming outward from their dark porcelain skin. That blinded her mortal eyes, made her meek as she should be, and the long worn crown tumbled from her cultured head. Along with her joy, it hit the ground and promptly shattered, leaving behind her unpolished brown locks, exposed to this new-found heaven of an earth. And maimed in the street—a million pieces in the mud— the shattered crown left her head unprotected from their deadly neglect. It seeped into her pores from where they all turned up their noses and she felt it in every step she took, in every pore in her body—they swirled by her, gliding, and left her there on purpose to walk alone and stumble. Walking alone, down an unfamiliar street, in an unfamiliar world, the lust for life wore out quickly, and the cobblestones remained all that was left behind—crooked and out of place reminders that tripped her no matter where she placed her size 6 shoes.
How could it have come to this? She was a queen bread and born. She held the grace and poise of royalty, but did so and looked clumsy on this new path she walked. In fact, she was staring straight down the barrel at immortality, perfection, omniscience, with nothing to offer in defense but a smile and a cheerless laugh. She had to face the truth: without her jewels, without her bloodline, she just could not shine in the way she had before. Why, nay, how, could the people she so needed and so fantasized about her whole life, ever love her more than their own displays of sacred, unyielding, unfaltering divinity?
...Created 2009-09-24 18:28:19 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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Im glad you observed the cut between heart and mind in my stanzas. Any further suggestions you have for my poems are welcomed.
