Middlemist Red Camellia: The One Who Lost All Hope
Armarni Hall
Armarni Hall
Power in a misspelled word,
Pain in a charity of love.
The four words gifted by the beautiful stem
that once expressed unmitigated enjoyment
in only the attachment to the prominent petals,
has now vanished without reconciliation.
Maybe it is a red darker than blood
or a pink softer than the blush
across the face of a beautiful beloved maiden,
coursing through its roots
creating passage to the red stained petals.
Rare yet most spoken on,
Simple but mispronounced.
Its existence will soon become a blur to the unaided eye.
The roots continue to flourish,
containing the most powerful voice,
the most beautiful memories,
Left untouched and unbothered.
The stem apart from the petals dries out,
dies out and becomes something new
while the petals desperately attempt to recover their previous form.
The serene, soft scented fall breeze,
The long dewy green grass,
The animals pouncing and passing through the pathways.
Each petal is set on a different road,
Not a single one correct
The words doomed to be wrecked.
A failed attempt at searching for a tether back to one another,
A failed attempt at holding the hope in the prominent red petals.
The words, well heard but rare and unknown,
Dispersed across the world yet each one alone,
Continues on the journey to find the previous form,
Drifted and stranded within the storm.
They are forced to face what they most feared.
Oh, Middlemist Red Camellia,
You're longing for sight and doomed to emptiness,
you may now inherit the feeling of loneliness.
Pain in a charity of love.
The four words gifted by the beautiful stem
that once expressed unmitigated enjoyment
in only the attachment to the prominent petals,
has now vanished without reconciliation.
Maybe it is a red darker than blood
or a pink softer than the blush
across the face of a beautiful beloved maiden,
coursing through its roots
creating passage to the red stained petals.
Rare yet most spoken on,
Simple but mispronounced.
Its existence will soon become a blur to the unaided eye.
The roots continue to flourish,
containing the most powerful voice,
the most beautiful memories,
Left untouched and unbothered.
The stem apart from the petals dries out,
dies out and becomes something new
while the petals desperately attempt to recover their previous form.
The serene, soft scented fall breeze,
The long dewy green grass,
The animals pouncing and passing through the pathways.
Each petal is set on a different road,
Not a single one correct
The words doomed to be wrecked.
A failed attempt at searching for a tether back to one another,
A failed attempt at holding the hope in the prominent red petals.
The words, well heard but rare and unknown,
Dispersed across the world yet each one alone,
Continues on the journey to find the previous form,
Drifted and stranded within the storm.
They are forced to face what they most feared.
Oh, Middlemist Red Camellia,
You're longing for sight and doomed to emptiness,
you may now inherit the feeling of loneliness.
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Armarni DeJanae Hall is a junior at the Lehigh Valley High School for The Arts where she studies music as an instrumentalist. She is involved in many clubs such as the Black Student Union (BSU), formerly known as African American Achievement (3A) and is the treasurer for French Club. She enjoys traveling as well as language learning and spends most of her free time making music, creating art and hanging out with her friends and family. You will find her in one of two places, in a room with her pet bird Meadow making music or on instagram @armarnidejanae.
Armarni DeJanae Hall is a junior at the Lehigh Valley High School for The Arts where she studies music as an instrumentalist. She is involved in many clubs such as the Black Student Union (BSU), formerly known as African American Achievement (3A) and is the treasurer for French Club. She enjoys traveling as well as language learning and spends most of her free time making music, creating art and hanging out with her friends and family. You will find her in one of two places, in a room with her pet bird Meadow making music or on instagram @armarnidejanae.