A Poem by Athera Rose


is the iridescent entrance

of the vivid insects

that fly around

inside my brain

and into the haunting disarrangement

of the hidden labyrinth

of my inner soul.

I inspire the literate ignorance

of the many aspiring beings.

The shards of my creation

that are the intoxicating life

of the rotting serpentine fiend

are fed into the factory

where dreams are manufactured

by insipid pretentious spiders.

The hidden array of bees

Inquire upon the perplexing anxiety 

of the most hideous of fears. 

The feeling of the breeze

inside the stomach of the beast

is intensely putrid in a sense

of beauty.. and the feast?

The butterfly in the cage

fluttering as the flute

carries on its tune of freedom.

The corroding life of the tiny being

infests in the misery and suffering of humanity.


© 2014 Athera Rose

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Yes indeed. There is a "fluttering of humanity" so to speak. Again you show the futility and fragile nature if this life. More so, of our very minds.
Enjoyed your pen on this.
A meaningful write to me.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Athera Rose

5 Years Ago

Thank you
You employ a lot of metaphoric lines in your writings which I admire with total envy. I keep thinking, I wish I had thought of that one.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Athera Rose

5 Years Ago

I just wrote down whatever flowed through my mind. It doesn't make much sense.

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Added on December 2, 2012
Last Updated on October 11, 2014
Tags: insect, nonsense poetry


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