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Jean de Grigio
She was marmoreal
The perfect statue
Beautiful, elegant, strong
Crafted by the hands of God
Into a goddess of perfection
She could stand tall
Surveying all below her from her pedestal
Watching them with eyes of sympathy
Lending the lost a guiding hand
A paragon
Righteous, wise, sublime
The essence of ideality
Crafted into human form
The others slander her name in private
Yet she stands proud
And slowly washes off the hardening dirt
It is a battle of inner strength
But behind the marble facade her soul leaks out
Emerald green wells of tears
Crying into her downy pillow
Being perfect maybe curse - but surely not a crime
Her pedestal is rocked and smashed by angry hands
With no foundation she trips
Shattering on impact
To fall from such a height is detrimental
In the gutter she lies
Alone, and forsaken
Is all she has done forgotten?
Slowly self-eroding,
By thousands of salty tears
Too stubborn to ask for help
Too arrogant, too proud
A Phoenix will always rise from the ashes -
But that doesn't make it easy.
Poetry really gets the creative juices flowing. This is meant to be abstract, in case you are wondering.
Grigio is Italian for Grey, it was meant to sound like a statue kind of name - it was either that or Jeanus de Milo.
Ideality is not actually a word, but it was better fitted than idealisation. Call it poetic licence.
I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to review. I will respect your reviews, but please do not flame because you do not like Jean.
Thankyou very much for reading
Kaminarimon