From calming cures
to arsenic accusations
while the night fell strangely
along a forgotten horizon.
I slept among the poison Poppies,
and lying in their broken blooms
dreamed in the garden of the wilted...
My crushed and sun dried petal bed;
the resting place of weary weeds
that grew from seeds imbedded deep
inside her soil of contempt.
Author notes
Unfortunately, the story behind this poem runs much deeper than my poetic ability to describe it.
Please tell me what you think
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reading it again
arsenic accusations,....were they so intense....that they are compared thus....and poison poppies..wow.....that are lying in broken blooms. This was intense imagery.get back to me and see if my poems have something similar -
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Intense and just as terminally damaging...
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wow
embittered soul so ornately described with vivid imagery.....this could be the handiwork of only a seasoned poetess like ya.....hmmmmmmmmmm...not irate with me -
Excellent
I very much like this.
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Thank you very much for reading. Glad you liked it.
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hey there,
there is a wonderful sound a lilt to this, sing-songey but not at all childish. of course, i specifically love and really personall connect with aresenic accusations and slept among the poison poppies. i suppose because i feel like i could of said them. lite fell strangely is definietely poetic, lonely and, what you're the queen of bitter sweet.
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