'Mantra' - an Original Poem
“prettiest things could sour
when the seasons change;
sh*t don’t smell like flowers,
sunshine turns to rain”
~
whether there’s forms of mantras
fit to seal our fate;
speak them as the answer,
write them on the page.
troubling urge for reason
chips away your frame;
need not be so restless,
need not seek to name.
cyclical swings of nature
blind as time and space;
rabbits graze the parkland,
foxes take the bait.
synchronous ways to love you
each the other’s bane;
one has us not speaking -
one, the full embrace.
The intro line is powerful
Very powerful intro to a piece centered on reality. I really enjoyed your poems. Keep writing!!
Those aren't actually my words, they're borrowed from Andrew Ashong's song which I link below them. Thanks anyway though ahah.
Yeah... I know, you used it and referenced the source.
You used it to introduce your piece,thats why I wrote your intro . Anyway, I've changed it
Fate is what it is no matter what it looks like right now. Nice. I like the cadence throughtout the lines, lazarus-wist :-)