Torn Masterpiece

Take your thirty pieces
When you cast aside your bread.
The lily grows white and strong
Even after you've chopped it down.

Feed the flame.
I won't let you
Blow out your carefully lit
Candle.

This Opus is a treasure,
Though seldom is it shined.
Keep the silver in your boots
And choose the music for your waltz.

Mold the clay.
The River sculpts
This rugged stone
Better.

Gourmet labors are wasted
On your deformed expectations.
Tying him a noose
Will never make him stay.

Reviews

[Tasha]

Interesting piece. It really paints a picture. Wonderful job.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Steph K]

The contrasts and flow to it is simply captivating. The flow of imagery is smooth and the diction is of a unique style. I especially like the play of words in ending with one word lines ( stanza 2 and 4). Splendid!

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Great use of words. This really paints a picture. And it has a nice unique poetic flow to it.

[Wolf's Ink]

Interesting piece there, I'm curious about its inspiration