Even after death, the self is contained
in a sheath of armor
A plastic rose defies decay
above an empty womb
Preservation of the outer
causes sterility of the inner
Yet we stand in reverence
of the the battle. The hero
who offers life
and takes life in valor
who said, “I have won this war”
for you
The sword powerful only
by the hands
now broken
to reveal the heart
For Sue Vincent’s weekly write photo prompt. If you would like to participate, please click here.
The ever-green is a ruse of defiance
To time that cannot stand still
The bare limbs stark
Bone-gray, curled & broken
Are also a ruse
Of death
Life stirs beneath the surface
Nibbling the nutrients of decay
Yesterday’s brilliant yellow will dim to brown
Fall with the forgotten
Piled into equality
The worm cares not from which tree it falls
Blind to what the eyes see
It feeds on what’s left behind
Recycling the outer
To feed the inner
My contribution to Sue Vincent’s Weekly #writephoto prompt. To participate, please click here.
The Light Behind the Story 