Sean Godley

Rookie (17/11/1981 / Cavan, Republic of Ireland)

Generation - Poem by Sean Godley

when pollen perfumes with the wind
the rooms and chests of fleeting loom
have met it sweetly frowning twinned
unable to imagine not
per petal’s sickly death

the young girls will be still yet not
the paintings of the past may fade
the flame between the fires lost
a blur that dyed into a dark
and blacker yet was gone

thus the reek within the wind
of weeks unstirred to tap the chase
of putrid petals made to shush
the crying child inside the womb
and scraping of the breast


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  • (4/11/2006 10:27:00 AM)


    I didn't expect this poem to be so.......how should I say intense? that seems lacking..I think immense is a better term for it. this is a beautiful piece of poetry. Always,
    Amberlee
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 30, 2006


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