Flores para los muertos (Flowers for The Dead)

As sunlight deigned to set behind moody dales, Happiness, having nothing else to do flew into her head intending to stay the night..only for her delectation, of course. It found no room.
Ebullient little worries had shared her thoughts amongst themselves..giving the largest portion to the oldest.
Ensconced on miniature bunkbeds..they seemed to be everywhere. Happiness, feeling defeated dusted its coat and left.

I watch as she sang..the melodies bursting out of her lips in sparkling streams…watering the daffodils that grew near the porch. Unknowingly engaging in the ancient art of regeneration.

Shhh…
Don’t speak I said
The words aren’t necessary..They never were.
Your eyes do all the talking..
They say all those words you don’t know the meanings too.
Just look at me..
Look till it hurts and till tears come.
Maybe then you won’t have to set yourself ablaze with wings in your back and broken china sticking out of your chest.

You put your hand in the world and you heal it, for a moment..we all breathe the breath of redemption..
Somehow you put the feeling back in our hands and the light back in our eyes..
But where is your salvation?
How could you be so skilled at loving everything..everything but you?
I know you want to be that thing..that thing that doesn’t..can’t feel.
You want to walk through walls and fires and loss and blackness..
You want to be impossible.

You face the blitzkrieg..
Because the men have done enough and you’re stronger..much stronger..right?

Its not okay to be scared..they said.
Your emotions are seeds of the devil..they said.
Don’t let them live..they said.
kill them..they said.
Kill them all.
But how can you ignore your own voice..when its telling you to get out of yourself?

Soon,you will fall…fall like Sodom.
And all the kings horses and all the kings men you will not find.
You won’t find a soul to whisper to..not even the ones you revived.
And they…they will watch askance at your broken spirit and turn around.
Death will not come…because you can’t die twice.

 

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Ahh. How familiar is the voice that speaks, the voice that conjures the words of another.... With each syllable the pace of my beating heart did flicker, did halt, did race... When words are spoken beneath words written a soul can see, a soul can feel, a soul knows when a friend is very near....
This is another incredible piece, dear Joshua...
I know I have riddled but explanations are clearly written from mind to mind,
look deeper my friend and the answer you will find:)

[Joshua Lean]

Haha! Exactly so, Priscilla. I can't thank you enough.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Interesting write. I don't know what to say to this. It's vivid, florid, a little lengthy yet the ending is powerful. The speaker's warning plays like a doom prophecy from the Bible, like when Jeremiah was warning the kingdon of Judah of the coming captivity in Babylon. It's a nice bit of prose.

[Joshua Lean]

Spot on.

Thank you!

[Summer]

This is really good!

[Joshua Lean]

Thank you!

[luviva]

love the personification "Happiness, feeling defeated dusted its coat and left."
still reading...
ohhh this is soooo fgood! (after reading all of it)
loved how you portrayed the emotions and the gr8 twist you took with it.
how hurt that girl / boy was, how many people will try to put you down when you are most vulnerable. but what matters best is defeating there evil deeds!
am falling in love with this poem!#
real nice my freind"

[Joshua Lean]

Thank you!