Following the whispers, ever familiar
At last I find you, wrapped in cold grief
Blankets of white, sprayed red with apathy
To flutter against your pale skin
The screams you’ve echoed over the years
Seem confined, eerily, in your tears
Onyx drops of effervescence are they
Pure as the waters that you embed
To sparkle in their release
As they scintillate and dance above you
Deep in the shimmering heavens of memories
Staining its surface a deep darkness
As your glazed eyes kiss them goodbye
And reflect a desolate wish
They blaze with envy of a thousand nights
The lust of a thousand years
The enigma of her verve
Long, as the silver that her crown
Ashamed, as the tresses that veil her nakedness
Alone, as the charred courtyard
Empty, as the well that quaffs her mort
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Dear Fleur, wish I could help you.....you have no idea.
Please tell me what you think
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Wow. You're so cool. Really! Your imagery and wording is excellent! So imaginative. Unfortunately I feel like my poetry has been going downhill recently.. it seems less poetic to me.
Anyway, keep up the good work!
~Loony
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Ah, Loony, I didn't expect you to still haunt these parts. Thanks for commenting, though really, this piece was just foolishness.
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