The Disappearing Peacock
A Frosted Verse
Drawn in
to the crystalline
miracle,
I died,
I died with the earth.
My mind whispered
truth
on frozen plume
after frozen plume
of breath,
the disappearing peacock,
brilliant feathers,
half-formed faces,
a visible mystery,
gone,
like my aspirations,
replaced,
by the certainty
of unfolding
time.
I know
it won't be long now,
I know.
I give my
self
willingly
to an end
without fear
or regret.
I know.
I died.
I died with the earth.
But the seeds
I planted
remain,
in peaceful
slumber,
dreaming
the hopeful
dreams
of innocence
which are the sole
blessed
consolation
of the burgeoning
unborn.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Comments (9)
An intriguing take on the challenge! Very well done!
Amazing nature poem!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
Well done, and I love hearing the meow call of peacocks.
This was stunningly beautiful! Also, just wanna ask, is the spelling on peacock in your title intentional?
This is beautifully written. Well done.
As usual your cover pic speaks volumes/ it sure looks like a very complicated ride. Saved only by the beauty of the poem. But, never fear, come summer, the seed will bloom again.
What a way to describe a peacock and the seasons as they change. Good work.
The numbing sweetness of the cold intertwined with the ‘death’ of winter and the ‘resurrection’ of spring. Beautiful and thought provoking poem, Rommi. Excellent challenge entry!
Darn it, you made me do THINKING in the middle of my work day.