- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ode to Lauren Hynde
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Click hereNote: Lauren Hynde is one of Literotica's most talented poets. Even though some of her offerings are recondite and abstract, they never fail to get those brain cells moving.... Thanks, Lauren for sharing your immense talent with all of us!
The body parchment
like old withered wheat stalks
skin flaking as bacteria feed
inevitable dissolution
Her face writhes with suffering
incomprehensible, inconsolable
On the ground a glimmer of metal
looking so harmless after the deed
Eyes open in wonder
their surprise has hardly dimm'd
Nature saves them to the end
as they fade to black for eternity
A million unanswered questions
as her hand reaches, then recoils
The cold was unexpected
the body stiff, unyielding
Right behind the prone figure
a policeman sobs, hiding his emotion
just another day, another son taken
The wheel of life slowly winding down
In the distance, the sun sets
fading slowly into oblivion
As the cells die, one by one
and memories are fragmented
Yet, the stalwart citizen
keeps dignity intact
with a heart forever in her mind
and eyes as innocent as a child...
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoThe clean vivid lines from this talented poet is in a word ~ stunning! Always the relevancy ~ never disappoints. Bravo!
Honey123over 18 years agohow Lauren inspired you to write this poem. You showed such talent in writing this.
dcpoet44almost 19 years agowith an ode, but i've read lauren's stuff and i can see abstracts in the imagery as that is a resemblance. for example in this stanza:
Right behind the prone figure
a policeman sobs, hiding his emotion
just another day, another son taken
The wheel of life slowly winding down
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though the image is concrete, it can lead the reader to many possibilities underneath it. overall, again, some great imagery.......don
doormouseover 19 years agono offence to the anonymous poster, but an ode is a poem with a series of complex stanzas... But I can see where you're coming from.
Truthfully, this is by far your best poem yet sack. I'm sure she's proud to have her name on it, be it about her or not.
Fantastic stuff hon. ;-)
