A/N: I feel that a great amount of apologizing is necessary for this poem, but though it is truly random-sounding, it does have a hidden meaning woven through it. Brownie points to those who can uncover the meaning of this puzzle. Still, as I said before of it: "Er... I had a brownie... and an almost empty page in front of me... and a pen in my hand... All I can say for sure is that it just... happened."
To Those Whom It May Concern: I, unsatisfied with the portrayal of the feelings that I had flowing through me upon writing this, wrote a companion-story to try again. I will post it hopefully in the near future under the title "Chocolate Ruminations".
-Nonsense of an Honest Thought-
Covered over with cherry promises
The rose drops unseen
A carousel sails into the sky
On a silver willow wish
The wind's deed is done
The blue caught hold
As the ribbon fluttered
Noticed over chocolate cake
Nonsense.
Nonsense.
Cry and punishment.
Cotton downy hillocks
Smartly shining in the noonday
Bury the fallen rose
Behind the glass it shall not echo
Unless the clouds retreat
The cry of a reed
Is mistaken for a heartbeat
Fever sets in deceptively
Because the chocolate tells the truth
Babbling.
Babbling.
Sigh and punishment.
Conveying mentions of the past
Bespatter the uncovered rose
But the pocket watch decrees
The funeral is over now
Where the sun meets scarlet
Concoctions of bubble wands
Promote the pink of dawn
As the pride of white screams
Fades into a simplistic question
Of the riddle marked "Freedom"
Listen.
Listen.
Die for punishment.
The chocolate cake is quietly
Put back into the fridge
As another hour solemnly beckons
The past to rule the future.
Tomorrow, maybe,
Will be the day for honesty
Of feeling.