as something sweet

as something sweet

A Chapter by Ana Papaya
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my moon is shaded patches
blotches of grey
   like the hard yolk of a boiled egg
like f*****g decay, fading away

the gentle bend and sway of english roses
 leaves a litter of petals in her place

how will I ever look at them the same
I hate them 
    but want them to stay

how does one describe the smell of a dying flower
       it's like the last leg of a race
dipping into reserves for one last surge

as if to say
remember me as something sweet

•~ 


© 2020 Ana Papaya


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"F*****g decay," instantly, brought sex with a zombie to my twisted mind. (Obviously,
not at all, what you meant,)
A melancholy, rather haunting piece which seems to address mortality, in general--
and, perhaps, death's greatest outrage: the taking of something beautiful.
Elegantly portrayed.



Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

sex with a zombie :)
that made me smile. you're twisted...



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Your poem feels like the tug-of-war that can happen inside a person who wants life one particular way, maybe due to media influence or social brainwashing, but then this person also realizes that this way of life isn't really compatible with who he/she is. Some find themselves bouncing between soft & fuzzy acceptance or harsh rejection (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Months Ago




.. I like eggs.. ya can't beat em can ya .. I also can't beat good old Jimmy Yetts review response directly below me ... so I aint even gonna try ... Neville

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

10 Months Ago

Actually, yes you can.... beat em. Groan... you set me up for that one I think Jimmy's commen.. read more
Neville

10 Months Ago


...................... Hey ... dont we all :)
I see a really heavy color theme in a lot of your writing...
Especially the emphasis on black and white (obviously)
I just feel like I should say:
I LOVE IT.
10/10 Goldblums.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

10 Months Ago

I hadn't thought of that. I guess using colour is a good way to describe mood. Thank you for lovin.. read more
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A sad mood, remembering someones’ life; nice images of flowers, alive, then dying ; like a dear person; conflicting moods, wishes; I like your use of the senses: smell, see, taste; and, lastly the flow it transcends.....
Fondly, Betty

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Betty!!
love the metaphors in this write...

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Thanks for checking it out, Kymberleigh
wonderful metaphors. I believe, oftentimes, we get too distracted by the question of how we're gonna remember something when it's gone that we forget to admire it when it's alive and blooming.
beautifully done. reading it felt like a touch of cool breeze on my face.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

so right Zoya, good to live in the moment not for it
thanks for popping in and sharing your t.. read more
Zoya

1 Year Ago

was a pleasure ^-^
Rightly or wrongly read the phrase ' the hard yolk of a boiled egg - like f*****g decay, fading away ' and wondered how the poem would end.. should i continue. Dear goodness and more, am relieved I did, there is amazing thought behind these words, the longing to be more than wasted time, a valley drowned by a flooding... or whatever. Whether arrogant or introverted, we all need to know we've left a print somewhere on this world.. but in fact, will never find out cos, we'll be sitting on a star looking down thinking.. .. ... .. something.

A brilliant look at life.. living.. being.. going.. remembered for.. an eternal thought.. .. perhaps.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

good afternoon em. thanks for your always thoughtful comments!
emmajoy

1 Year Ago

Good afternoon and smiles flying... so enjoyed, found interesting, your poem. You have a way.. .. ... read more
The imperfections of reflections are sometimes just a trick of the light and expectation. The petals left behind will hold beautiful memories of their own and we shall continue to be imperfect us until time is called and a memory we shall be.
I'm sure you'll be remembered far more than you think and your words will only accentuate that image/ memory.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must tackle those weeds growing between my toes and clean out the birds nests out of my ears.
Where did I put that strimmer?

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

hope you were successful in tackling those weeds!
:)
Lorry

1 Year Ago

You wouldn't understand the trouble us men go to for our vanity Ana. My neighbour was in hysterics w.. read more
an interesting description of our transient earthliness.
i guess most of us hoped to be remembered once departed, preferably as a sweet remembrance.
cheerio carola

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

hi carola, thanks so much!
dear Ana... a Papaya is delectable and more elegant
than a peach or pear. To hold a new born baby is sweet;
A Lady who has been loved is a treasure to bury in a
secret garden where birds bathe at the edge of eternity .
You still have a million moments to kiss the flowers and
sing like a feathered hummingbird that sips the nectar
and makes a toast... to the fairest where wild flowers fade
into the sands of time where Mermaids meet in secret places.
gently, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

Hi patricia, thanks for always leaving your sweet comments on my poems.
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

You are welcome Ana... we are not leaving any time soon... but poetry prepares us for taking the jou.. read more

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