Nov 2014
As dawn its fragrant scents appeal,
In the knife of life I lie,
By bitter wounds my heart be stilled,
She pierces my soul ...and pierced I die.
A thousand breaths, a slow demise,
Tempests and storms engulf her soul,
In the womb she dies and cries.
They await the death of the legacy born
The curse, the gift, marveled and feared,
As the earth and sky shake and break,
Hair fine, the color of earth and silk
Her eyes green as the wooded land’s heart
To live in death and die in birth
Doom and destiny to never part
If ‘tis is fate’s account of breath
Her soul will forevermore be still in death
In the knife of life I lie,
By bitter wounds my heart be stilled,
She pierces my soul ...and pierced I die.
A thousand breaths, a slow demise,
Tempests and storms engulf her soul,
In the womb she dies and cries.
They await the death of the legacy born
The curse, the gift, marveled and feared,
As the earth and sky shake and break,
Hair fine, the color of earth and silk
Her eyes green as the wooded land’s heart
To live in death and die in birth
Doom and destiny to never part
If ‘tis is fate’s account of breath
Her soul will forevermore be still in death
"Zoe" is a name meaning "Life". It becomes a contrasted/ironic title for a poem revolving around death on the brink of life. But is also more metaphoric that literal, as death (or anything negative or evil) tries to rob us of our new beginnings every day.
