Flowers for the aesthete

Monday, May 12th, 2008 UTC

I.
Remembrances are the warmth that soaks the viscera,
while idle speculation ventilates the lungs
and beauty is the scarlet that rolls in the blood.

II.
Addicted to the whimsies and antics of Life, and dying by the day.
Death overtakes all that ventures to live, snatching the softness of flesh and the sweetness of voice, leaving only bones, calcified regrets– vestiges of grace.
But it is because his most favourite flowers will shrivel by tomorrow that they smell so sweet to him today.

III.
The aftertaste of melancholy will always linger over the aesthete, for his paintings are more human than he– who lived the lives of a thousand colorful portraits, but left his own frame unfilled.

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One Response to “Flowers for the aesthete”


  1. […] nobody@flickr.com (meabbott) wrote an interesting post today onHere’s a quick excerptI. Remembrances are the warmth that soaks the viscera, while idle speculation ventilates the lungs and beauty is the scarlet that rolls in the blood. II. Addicted to the whimsies and antics of Life, and dying by the day. … […]


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