Statutory Rape

Statues are beautiful, lifeless and cold
They never grow wiser, never grow old
Locked in an embrace that they’ll never know
Blind to companion, immune to the snow

Passion awakened brings horror to life
Rough chiseled stone becomes skin cut with knife
Soul flow’rs within, both eyes begin to blink
Morals remembered as mind starts to think

The compass points south, but mouth faces north
Muscles engaged as the lips press forth
The chimney’s on fire, the house will soon burn
As ashes to ashes—
to dust we’ll return


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mama Zen
    Sep 15, 2011 @ 12:46:07

    This is extraordinary.


  2. Ravenblack
    Oct 03, 2011 @ 00:28:16

    People who keep themselves hard never grow, old to symbolise maturity. Allowing passion or perhaps helplessly touched by passion, would be frightening to such characters at first as they become flesh and vulnerable. I’m a bit lost on the last stanza but I guess is to say, all comes to the same in the end. 🙂 Enjoyed the thoughts from this one. Thanks for your poem.


    • wordcoaster
      Oct 03, 2011 @ 00:40:18

      You’re quite welcome, thank you! I wrote this at a point when I would rather not have been feeling pain, been experiencing the emotions I was experiencing. So that’s the sentiment behind it. The last stanza is definitely a word of finality. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂


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