Thursday, March 19, 2009

Genesis

Beside you
stood the tomb
painted pearl white,
concealing the
reddish thromb.

I pine for your
ever credible
resurrection.

But you still
appear dormant.
A rejection.

Days pass and you
eventually emerge,
placid and aplomb.

Only a tooth!

Wisdom
still buried deep
inside the catacomb.

8 comments:

Dinesh V said...

I really enjoyed the last three lines..... Excellent

Sanket Rathod said...

that's quite a gothic "taste" u got there!

!nversed Poignancy! said...

Loved the connection between the title and the last few lines..found it philosophical and brilliant!

Pretty Me!! said...

Amazing !!

Ragpicker said...

Hats off ! This is poetic sublime.
Guess what... I dont know if you have heard this track called "nymphatemine" by Cradle of Filth that so so so so much relates to this poem .. do hear or may be just find the lyrics nan ...you will be surprised :) .... I feel like having a vampyric addiction to your poems now :)

Scribbler said...

Bravo!!!

Brilliant!

keep it rollin;)

.a. said...

Days pass and you
eventually emerge,
placid and aplomb.

Only a tooth!

Wisdom
still buried deep
inside the catacomb.


Interesting, Interesting..

leaves me hungry for more..

KingS said...

I can say, this is one of the best you've written.

super good, simple and profound ;)