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Life Ends Sometime

February 23, 2021
By A_E_Sam BRONZE, Greater London, Other
A_E_Sam BRONZE, Greater London, Other
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My hands gripped the flowers

In my ears boomed the harmony of Presley

Falling in love

With the undertones of green in my calla lily.


These will never be mine,

Those many blue-green berries

Hidden under that hedge

Of a rich man’s cacophony.


Flatten out the checks in my dress

They stand out violently

Yellow bursts on a contrast supple violet

They look like swollen, rashes in a 19th century alien.


Dusk was the time when that happened

I remember broken strokes of purple 

On a vast pink sky

With bright yellow clouds dancing like the avocados in my socks.


On a park bench, I lisped the Beatles' famous chorus

For you know that fool who makes it cool

By making the world a little colder

While the park was empty, the silence crept.


I knew it was going to happen

Death was right behind me

I feared not to look back

Because I had everything I favored with me.


Calla lilies mixed with a gloomy scent of forbidden blueberries

Hues of red, pink, and purple in an abnormal yellow sky

An atrocious checked dress limp around a dead body

As I inhaled my last painful breath, released into nothingness, for life ends sometime.


The author's comments:

Arpita E. is a budding poet living in Arendal, shrouded by the beguiling greenery of Norway. She is an ardent lover of animals, books, and all things poetry. While most of her poems are about nature, she sometimes relapses into musing about the fragile fragments of life.


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