Like a white silk dress with a stain of black tea, I have always felt tainted.
Edges of torned out pages as skin and a heart made of muddy soil,
I knew I would never be something that was made of the purest shades,
The most vibrant of colours the world had up for offer.
A born imperfection,
Bearer of impurity and creator of chaos,
It was all I knew I could ever be,
And it was all I had made myself live with.
Like oil paint on a canvas, the hurt had dried upon my barren lands.
I had grown moss right over it,
Watered them with unshed tears and tended to them with hidden sorrows,
Until the hurt grew, giving me a bloom of iris to carry with me whereever I went.
These flowers, they were in the shade of prussian blue,
And with that garden full of siberian iris growing within me,
The shade was something I knew of since I was a child.
It was a shade I bore on my skin and bones,
A shade that soon covered my limbs;
From the roots of my hair to the tips of my fingers,
They began to grow, and pretty soon,
They had carved their own story,
A tale written with faded ink that hugged my whole being,
Marking its place in this barren land without a single soul to witness.
So it came as a wonder.
A wonderstrucked phenomenon that held no explanation,
When I saw the same shade spewing out of your lips,
Dripping down from your chin onto my heavy heart like silent drops of rain,
How without even noticing, a shade so familiar had become so foreign to the sight.
It has been a while since I grew a new set of irises,
I had forgotten how it felt to have my hands bleed as I laid them into the ground.
It was at that moment, the reminder rang true,
A white tainted dress,
A born imperfection,
A canvas full of hurt,
And a valley overflown,
With irises, in the shades of prussian blue....
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I like this flower. And amazing composition.
Keep up the good work my friend. Best wishes..
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Thankss broo!!
Iris is a beautiful flower with a good too many symbolism behind it :')
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This poem has excellent rhythm and magnificent ending.
Thankss so muchh!! I'm glad you liked itt 😊😊
Hola Poeta @drivingindevon
Delicado y exquisito poema. En lo particular me hace sentir y pensar en la evolución de la naturaleza humana, con luces y sombras, colores apagados y vibrantes. Todo en constante cambio se hace, se rehace, se construye y reconstruye. Hasta lograr al producto en proceso, que siempre será inconcluso, con todos sus matices.
Felicidades.
Hasta otro encuentro.
Feliz semana para tí.
Thank you so much of your thoughtful comment. I'm glad my little attempt at poetry has made you feel so much, and it is fascinating to see how human minds can resonate with one another though words and philosophy.
Hope you are doing well! Thank you again for leaving a comment! 😊
This is such a believable and relatable piece. Man and life are like two lines that walks side by side. This is such a great poem that calls the mind out from sleep. It is a reawakening.
Thank you so much for leaving a thoughtful comment. I'm glad you can relate to it and make sense out of it. This is why I love poetry. Everyone has their own views and visions of it, which is fascinating to see
This line.
I feel like it is speaking of my turbulent inner world and how my pain lacerates my own skin. You pen quite well... Awesome piece :)
Thank youu!!!
It is one of my favourite lines from the poem. Despair and depression really gives birth to beautiful prose and philosophy.