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Writing Prompt

POEM STARTER

Inspired by Reagan Stanton

Write a poem about decay.

Normally associated with death and disease, decay is also vital in nature for the next generation of life. What perspective will you take?

Writings

The Life Giver

As the tree fades and the leaves begin to fall

They start to degrade on the lawn

The worms eat the leaves

The birds eat the worms, all before a quarter to dawn...

Weeds

Smiles as flower crowns are pass about the children, giggles as they dance in the lush grass.The memory fades.The smile tears apart to blank faces the flower crowns wilt as they turn to dust.Giggles turn manic as they final tree gets chopped down gravel under there feat.What a wonderful grove.

The ashes settle, adults with unsettling laughter try to tell stories of a forgotten past.They wonder on ...

The silence of decay

Flesh melting off bones

Lights flicker and burst

Body shutting down

No one there to know


Plants withering

Dead eyes stare on

No more music

No more souls to hear it


Lifeless bodies

Hearts barely beating

Everything falling apart

What’s the point anymore


Final heart beat

Dirt absorbs your mistakes

No more breathing

Just the silence of decay...

Start somewhere

When do We start dying?

After birth ?

Or

once you stop growing?

Or

When we stop learning?

Or

When we start neglecting our bodies?


Think we start dying one our mind our minds souls stop getting tended to

Think we start dying when our Bodies stop gaining and start losing muscles growing weaker

I think we decay a little day by day

But what dol know l'm just decay...

ReturnedPackage(itwasfilledwithmylove)

I have handed you my heart of sheer porcelain,

wrapped in newspaper printed with the hymns of my love for you.

You took it gently.


I think that was the worst part.


You peeled back the worries,

the blatant devotion pulsing nervously,

and looked.

Looked.


You wrapped it back in the paper,

tape pressed ever so gingerly back into place,

and handed it to me with a pitiful smile.


You may as well h...

beautiful

I know it when all of a sudden your face turns as creased and pale as ash.


I know it when blood spirts from your abdomen.


I know when you crumple and you lay limp.


I know when you scream

And scream

And scream

And at some point I wonder if I will ever get the sound out of my mind


It won’t.


So when I reach you

When I fall to the ground,

With tears already blurring my vision

I already ...

Canid Cranium

I found a dog skull

in the woods


It was the skull of a dog

not some coyote or wolf or fox—

this i’m certain of.


It had man’s touch pressed into

it’s shortened snout

and loyalty smoothed

into it’s rounder shape


I wondered about the dog it was

before it was just a skull in the woods

before teeth marks made their jagged tattoos

in the crest of eye sockets


I stared at it’s moss-covered form

cente...

Beauty Does Not Stop At Death To You

You smile at the deer eating grass

By the underpass


You smile at the dead ones

On the highway too


Beauty does not stop at death to you


Hyphea spread, mushrooms fruit, on a body used to life and pursuit.


The earth enriched so tree spouts shoot


Dark and fresh for native roots


Death must come for life anew


P.S. + E.M....

a cry for help

I do not recognize myself

I think I’ve cried away

The face I used to have




——


That’s all I have the energy for right now.

I’m sorry. I’m genuinely going through the most horribly painful thing I’ve ever had to deal with right now. I don’t know if I will continue to write. Writing is an escape so I want to but everything hurts so much. I’m sorry again...

The Problem

They expected some sort of excitement

When they told me everything looked fine

The monitor beeps with my vitals

In a consistent up-and-down line


But I silently wish they had found something there

Not to sound like a hypochondriac

But the pain in my chest had been so severe

I was sure I was having a heart attack


But the tests all came back clear of problems

The blood they’d drawn had been for...