Ethereal beauty like paradise
A heaven on earth, a perfect delight
A morning light, a beautiful sunrise
A gorgeous spectacle before my sight
A smile as bright as the golden sunshine
One that makes all gloomy horizons glow
One that shivers all the nerves of my spine
Fine wine that makes my lividity flow
A gust of harmony and symmetry
An Elysium, place beyond compare
Where the minds and the souls can all be free
But these can't be real without you there
For, you're like the bright light of creation
Shone with full pride and sweet dedication
2nd place
Categories:
lividity, beauty,
Form: Sonnet
I found him lying on his bed,
hair tousled and with a sweet smile.
I realized that he was dead.
I knew this was no show of guile.
A lifeless shell fueled with faith
betrayed a muted mask of wraith.
Though none, I called Emergency.
They asked me blankly, “Are you sure?”
No breath, stiff limbs, lividity –
a terminal illness, no cure.
“I’m sure (as Hell!), yes positive!”,
assuming that, the causative.
All three came as well as ER,
coroner, sheriff, mortician.
One to play the body’s chauffer.
One to judge the man’s condition.
One to say there was no more breath.
One to announce the “formal” death.
A cold harshness to the moment,
finality so sure and straight.
No use to sit down and lament.
Too late to try to clear the slate.
It is what it is, as they say.
Nothing further to do but pray.
An homage of his joy and bliss;
his ardour for life and nature.
His pure love for God not remiss;
his place within Heaven secure.
A faith-based life and in the end
all he wanted was one true friend.
Categories:
lividity, death, death of a
Form: Other
This is anger..
This is indignation..
This is lividity..
This is red.
The darkness fades away in my rearview mirror while I stare ahead at a brilliant white light.
In the strangeness of the grey that I pass behind I notice the delicate scribbles of faint red lines.
Categories:
lividity, anger, anxiety, emotions, hate,
Form: Free verse
BITTER BLOOD
I'M TORN
INTO FLIMSY FRAGMENTS
PULLING ME APART
YELLOWING
WITH MISUSE
THIS STATE OF ENTROPY
BLACKENED.
Categories:
lividity, angst,
Form: Free verse
You know they ruled your death an overdose. He shot you up in the breast. You were breast feeding the baby. No signs of heroin in her. No signs of heroin or any drugs in your apartment. You had just taken a shower and had laid out your clothes for work to get dressed. Your hair was still wet. You had ligature marks around your neck. You had been dead less than an hour. They said it was lividity. The medical examiner in Kentucky said that lividity doesn't set up that fast. Why? Why did they come to that conclusion, because he worked for the police department and was a confidential informant? Could that perhaps be the reason? You know it is....and my daughters murder gets no justice...what a travesty of justice!! Her Mom By the way she has a name Kymber Michelle Dye
Categories:
lividity, abuse, conflict, daughter, death,
Form: ABC
Thinking of the mess that "mess"
Mess with unmessed messers;
My soul breed lividity.
Skirts no longer have its hold
As trousers lust after them like desperate achievers.
Through the streets of Lagos,
They hawk their messy chips
Leaving the road to a puzzle:
"who is pedestrian"?
Lord please forgive them for
They know what they do.
Thinking of what sin has done
To men of sin that has refused
To leave the pin of sin
And cleave to the fountain of living;
My kidneys pant for pity:
For hell is but a den
And well of helly imps in helly grins
Furry hopes and sights and pot belly demons.
I be not a preacher
But I preach to you today:
Beware of the kingdom of mess
And still I pray Lord please forgive them
For they know what they do.
Categories:
lividity,
Form: Free verse
Curious. How we view ourselves, while on the slab we lie
Knowing forever shut, earthly windows, our eyes
Modesty behind us now, embarrassment we don't feel
Our flesh, we don't cringe away, from the frigid stainless steel
To look with no emotion, incisions, from the autopsy knife
Every muscle utterly still, relaxed as never in life
No blood to rush a blush, our cheeks a pallid waxy grey
Lividity of our skin, shows how in death we'd lain
Enevitably we will be reduced to a dusty grime
Either by an uncaring fire, or the mercy of time
Categories:
lividity, death
Form: Rhyme
Unfaithful useless utter
Demeaning devoured décor
Violent vicious venom
Mockingly medaling more
Creative cautious coalition
Against all amidst abate
Struggling sanely satisfied
For a ferocious frigid fate
Dominate destructive deity
Proud pacifying past
Loathing lustrous lividity
Fictitiously falling fast
Gallantly ghastly grounded
Remaining reluctantly recluse
Distance desired deadliness
Amusing agonistic abuse
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Categories:
lividity, introspection, life, loss, lost
Form: Alliteration