So you
You made it through the fall of grace
Summers winter dressed in black lace
The moonless sky
The wine gone sour
Your crimson fade –
Your last hour
Were you
Contemplating philosophers
Chasing lines that became blurs?
The well ran dry
The soil turned dour
Your veins… your canvas –
A blood red flower
Drowning in your self created obscurity
Wallowing in your false poetic misery
Reflection in a crystal pool of impurity
Gulp perverse like it’s a fizzy tea…
I opined
Eyes shining backward; It wasn’t you
Sprawled on the floor with your soul askew
Retching demons
At the eleventh hour
Too late… those veins –
A blood red flower
And history through the magnifying glass
Blown up like balloons in a circus parade
Put your mess in order love!
Gather your words that taunt sweet dreams
Rhetoric, sentiments, explanations, expletives –
Nonsensical cigarette ribbons in stale air
Stitch your wounds with barbed thread and wire
Stop pulling ghosts from your wretched seams
I paused
Watched you in your garden pondering
The gears grinding in your mind wandering
Stench of illusion
The weeds devour
Merlot veins… like wicked rain…
A blood red flower
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A superb masterpiece of the written word.
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I must admit that I am not usually a big fan of rhyming verse because so few do it well. Not only did your do this well, your imagery is lush and intoxicating
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Awww, what a lovely compliment. Thank you. Well, I started out rhyming my poetry, and continued with that style for 30 plus years. My current love is writing non-rhyming poetry that is dark and surreal, although sometimes I add rhyming lines to it 🙂
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We should chat. Have you ever visited Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen? https://hereticsloversmadmen.com/
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No, I haven’t been blogging long, so still getting used to it. I try to visit every blog that visits mine, but I’m behind at the moment. I appreciate suggestions for new blogs to visit. Thanks for that.
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Most excellent
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This seems to speak out loud of something I never thought of. Powerful and unique…..
Always a pleasure to be reading you fine works.
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Thanks so much for the nice remarks.
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This is an amazing piece, I like it very much.
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Wow, really? So interesting to see how others respond to different pieces. Well, thank you, River. I’ll be on your blog soon, happy to read more of your lovely work.
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You’re welcome.
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“Stop pulling ghosts from your wretched seams
I paused
Watched you in your garden pondering
The gears grinding in your mind wandering
Stench of illusion
The weeds devour
Merlot veins… like wicked rain…
A blood red flower”
Share this: an left speechless at your talent.
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Awww, so kind as always. Thank you, Watt.
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