Still Life Poem by Indigo Hawkins

Still Life

Rating: 5.0


crisp pearl apples hemorrhage
splashes of walnut wash

the decay dribbles between
my knuckles, silky
as impermanence.

how much of life is spent learning
to let go: recalling to forget
now is not the time for

mastering the art
of holding on.

how many bowls of fruit are rotting
on the wall of a museum?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chloe Young 17 July 2009

i agree the last line is amazing. the imagery is amazing <3

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Daedalus Labyrinth 27 July 2008

I love the last line, it really ties together the idea of the poem and is refreshingly original. Great job

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