Monday, February 22, 2016

Sincerity--A Narrative Poem

I know I normally deliver narrative poetry a little on the morbid side (such as my haunted doll or strolling through a cemetery) of the spectrum but...buckle up buttercup I'm spreading fuckery (have you seen that squirrel on the inter-webs?) today!

I've stepped out of my comfort zone with the following piece and I'm happy with the way it turned out. I'd love some feedback!

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i stand before you in autumn’s chilled breath
with endless solid roots
yet pieces beginning to fade
your sleek olive hue relenting
transitioning from fire to ash

bare bones covered in delicate cotton white
standing firm against our great mother’s temper
branches dense with weight
strands of lights illuminate your twists and turns
delicate twigs shiver against milky frost

pea-sized specks take formation
reviving and thickening
preparing for the days of delivering shade      
fresh showers shifting through the cracks
leaving behind the essence of new life

your once empty caverns rejuvenated
an abundance of emeralds glistening in the sunlight
i lay beneath you and place my hand upon your caramel crux
looking skyward your leaves sway in the wind
composing a melody

whether it is to climb and retreat
to lie beneath and glare
to jump into your remains and shriek
your sincerity is timeless

Pamela Gold 2016


  1. Thank you for this enjoyable post

  2. Excellent work. Think about something to replace "transitioning" in the first stanza. It's clunky. Just my .02. You have talent.


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