+ beauté morte +

A small stanza about the decadence of nature.

Too often we take beauty for granted, yet it does not belong to us.

It lives to please nor me, nor you, it is but a breath of magic.

How we managed to deceive such acts of purity, I shall never know,

But I shall mourn for the decadence of nature's finest gifts,

And pray I do not become just like them.

Author's Note

What do you guys think?

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Why mourn for something that you know doesn't regard you in it's existence?

Your poem ends on a dishonest note... you're hiding something from perhaps even yourself.

And of course your prayer is a wasted one... not one of us ever are separate from natural beauty, we are a part of it. You already are what you pray you never become. I find that a sacrilegious prayer... you are rejecting your participation in reality, you are rejecting your god. Get rid of god and that becomes an easier proposition...

Excellent work though, I like how you think. I really do. Are you an Apollonian or Dionysian?

[Eisho Shu]

I really like this one. Simple, yet, very meaningful. The beauty of this poem are delivered nicely.

[K. Harding]

Thank you!

[Ruth]

Lovely ode to nature and indeed, humanity has acted disgracefully to her cause...pleased to meet you K.Wolf :)

[K. Harding]

Pleasure is mine. Thank you

[hcarson]

NICE, I LIKE THIS, SHORT AND SWEET. SOMETIMES PEOPLE DRAW THESE THINGS OUT TO LONG BUT YOU HAVE CUT IT OFF JUST AT THE RIGHT TIME. LOVELY :)

[K. Harding]

Thank you for the feedback, it's appreciated and I agree some people draw things out. I'm glad you like it :)