The nerd starts here.
So if you’re not ready, turn away.
Thats right…It’s time to analyze a poem! I wrote a poem and i want to know what you think! But not like “Yeah its good” more like “I find symbolism in lines 4&6 where you mention the olive tree. I think it relates…” So enjoy.
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Like greyscale glass,
from some forgotten cathedral.
Letting light,
illuminate illusive marble shrines,
remnant of a long past spring.
While outside,
in the courtyard,
gold
drifts down.
slowly,
down
from branches as
bare
as my heart in the plush onyx
of autumn.
I wait at the gates of winter
solmn black iron.
I wait for
cold
and
ice
and
barren forest.
I await the tenderboughs of pine
stabbing through memory,
twisting what once was.
The autumn wind
shudders the grass
and
pardons
my
soul.
My shaddered windows
and forsaken shrines
murdered by the era!
Summer becomes an
evenescence
a prologue to winter
a eulogy
to spring.
The diaries of those
living in the
crulest
of
peaceful
passionate
worlds.
are written within the maple’s veins
sweet
bitter
as the paths we’ve chosen.
Memory
is quickly rewritten,
like birch bark,
peeling skin from bone,
tearing us apart,
yet holding us together.
Autumn is living
between dimentions.
Joy and pain.
love and longing.
life and death.
In the twilight
that comes before
the joy of darkness,
and of sunrise,
and of revolution,
of revelation
the resolution
of life.
Regardless,
frost,
will
come.
