A Life Comes Undone

Wandering petals ascend as tapers come undone, the

dust of rot gradually collecting into autumn leaves that

stitch wounds together, no scar left whatsoever,

the bark of a shivering spriggan untouched from toe to hat.

You, oh, ungodly fairy drifted among the cherry blossoms

that feared the deadly shivers of the cold, the autumn winds,

the over-energized squirrel hallowing out the innards of your

men; and as the air trembled with warmth, gone, gone, gone were our sins.

Spring approached with a slimy tongue, flowers rising

from the ashes of trampled roses and strangled

through the snow, fought toe-to-toe with arising

blooms of the same flower, and amidst the weeds we entangled.

'Twas then abortion began, a breath vanished

into the frozen air, where the birds refused to sing,

the crickets met with death, and the souls

of us gone before we began living.

Author's Note

Writers block absent for a moment, this erupted into thought . . . I'd most enjoy interpretations.
Photo courtesy of MOTHart of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

certainly about the cycle of life .. i enjoyed looking at it through a mythical eye ... lends magic to it .. some very curious lines like "Spring approached with a slimy tongue..." and
"the over-energized squirrel hallowing out the innards of your
men; and as the air trembled with warmth, gone, gone, gone were our sins." and
"'Twas then abortion began, a breath vanished"
not a typical take on the seasons .. must come back another time to see if my mindset is different
loved learning about the spriggan and tapers :)
E.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ..as your title implies ... it was difficult for me to make the connection ..to understand the metaphor ... i think and feel much as Writer #00 made comment ... something deeper here .. but now you have given it away and spoiled the fun ;) ... your poem is so intriguing and unique ... to puzzle and meditate over it is a positive experience in my opinion ..
E.

[Tai Ryens]

Probably be deleting that comment soon anyways, aha! Glad you enjoyed!

[Einstein Noodle]

i hear you! :) have a great day always
E.

[sushi]

It goes like a song, i can keep humming it all day... Loved it :)

Spring approached with a slimy tongue, flowers rising
from the ashes of trampled roses and strangled
through the snow, fought toe-to-toe with arising
blooms of the same flower, and amidst the weeds we entangled.




'Twas then abortion began, a breath vanished
into the frozen air, where the birds refused to sing,
the crickets met with death, and the souls
of us gone before we began living.

[Tai Ryens]

Glad to see you 'round, Sushi! One of my favorite styles to write in is Emily Dickinson style, aha. Thank you for your thoughts.

[Rachelle]

Cycles in our lives can suddenly be disrupted - tearing up the normalcy and predictability we greatly find comfort in. We are distraught and shattered and we question why if not retreat into depths of ourselves with what may seem to others like death. But know that within the cycle of destruction, Nature provides nourishment for life. Leaves decaying provide nourishment for new seeds to germinate and saplings to shoot forth into the sky. This is the cycle of Life as nature unfolds - within the ashes and decay is food for growth and life.

Many thanks for this wonderful piece!
Mara

[Tai Ryens]

How nourishing your interpretation is for the mind, I'm bedazzled. Thank you, Rachelle!

[Rachelle]

Can't help but relate it to my line of work, T.!

[Tai Ryens]

You're a florist? I always did have a fascination with flowers and plantlife, aha, I do believe it shows, especially in some of my recent ones.

[Rachelle]

Ethnobotanist

[Bluefire]

This is very good, I love the story it tells.
Very well done!

[Tai Ryens]

I'm flattered, Blue. Thank you

[Bluefire]

No problem! ^^

[Writer #00]

I have to be honest, I re-read this a few times and I still can't seem to capture its meaning, but your words are definitely wonderful weavers of vibrant imagery, your portrayal of the seasons (I couldn't locate summer anywhere in here) vivid vignettes of each. I particularly enjoy the last stanza, which I interpreted to be winter, which was likened to abortion, I suppose Mother Earth's decision to abort nature. However, the last two lines ("...and the souls of us gone before we began living") are just so thought-provoking and, to be honest, filled with so much pathos as to almost bring me to tears, that I feel there is a much deeper meaning hidden in this beauty of literature that I am lost to. Beautiful work from what I can tell.

[Tai Ryens]

I see you've really indulged yourself in the poem.. Thank you for your thoughts, always great to receive reviews from another skilled writer.

[Writer #00]

You're welcome, thank you for sharing your poem. : )

[stars are far]

That was so nicely done ...
great job

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you :)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Your characterisations of Autumn are rich in description and exceptional, your apply a wistful humour to your writing, which is much appreciated too, I love the rhyme scheme and the poem, on the whole is a very fine one, great to read this, well done!

[Tai Ryens]

Your thoughts are much appreciated. Thank you.

[Frieda P]

Holy Fairys Tai, you are the dancing scoundrel, you've flipped my head with this one....amazing work here, I need to read it a few more dozen times, and each time I go somewhere else in my mind with it, that last stanza is money!

[Tai Ryens]

I thank you kindly, good to see your thoughts on another poem once more.

[Baby Ricochet]

Tai my boy I have missed you. Reads sort of like a romance gone wrong. Great poem

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, writers block is a b***h. Thanks!