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Carpe Diem

by Liminality


They told me: any further fortune bestowed

would be wasted

on me who has so much.

Since then

I have shamefully yearned

for flowers I need not share.


Flowers, hidden in a hedge maze,

thorns as guards

from anything but honeybees.

And I would sneak inside

and scoop up

their pink fallen petals.


And I would hold these up

to the dying sun,

honey-sweet –


to watch them catch the light

like a saucière

collecting syrup.


I would drink this with my eyes,

and I would not waste

a single drop.

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Sun Nov 20, 2022 6:34 pm
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crescentmoonprodigy wrote a review...

Hey! This is just a review from your friendly neighborhood tired nineteen year old. Let's get started, shall we?
First of all, I love the aesthetic of this poem - I can't even properly describe how it makes me feel besides reminds me of something I would read in a Toni Morisson book, or maybe even something written by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It just gives me such an old, vintage feeling. I love it so much.
I think the stanza that perfectly encapsulates this feeling is this one:

"They told me: any further fortune bestowed

would be wasted

on me who has so much."

I don't know if this was meant to be a poem about losing money, or friends, or just a zest for life, but it's beautiful, nonetheless. I wish I could read this again for the first time.


Liminality says...

Thanks for the review! It's interesting that you mentioned loss as a theme here. If you don't mind me asking, did you get that vibe from the quoted stanza or was it something else in the poem? c:

But answer me this: how can a story end happily if there is no love?
— Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane