The scent stays for days.
It’s a blend of familiarity
and unadulterated comfort;
a head resting.
It’s a scene of calm violence
tearing to shreds complacency,
and the sagacity of probity
of a head resting.
The sense of decorum
is an emulation of home décor;
an absolutely beautiful mess
between two dead resting.
It’s serene in tragic
passion of memories passing
over, and past the thoughts
of two dead resting.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Poem-A-Day: Day 35
Resting in Ease
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Very, very powerful. That's really all I can say. -Stephanie K.
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