Mystic river of ruby tears,
Like a palette of liquid prisms-
A melted majesty.
Shimmering are the walls of this liquid prison,
A montage of questions and prodded secrets
Unhinge the mind of folly past.
The shadow of a vanquished perception
Within the blissful inferno of creation,
Tangled in seduction's mess...
A glimmer of the shadow's soothed allure,
Enshrouded in an angry tangle of tepid grey,
Riverbeds run dry in millenniums past.
Ethereal visions of faerie bliss,
Twinkling on serendipity's magic,
To shroud the pearls in grey is unforgivable.
Tears vanish to the morning dew,
Before the moment is encapsulated
By the photograph that stops time.
Despondent fools no longer jest
To the icy depths of unrequited infatuation-
An influence to choose not the smoothest course.
Nectar-sweetened melodies,
As if sunbathed in candlelight,
Yet emanating a malicious heat.
Succulent devilish kiss,
Before bonds are broken
Between heavens and the underworld.
Author notes
Made up of lines from my previous poems
A contest entry
- Your Best Lines by Danna Hobart.
390 points, ended October 19, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Like a palette of liquid prisms-
This is a rather lovely image.
Riverbeds run dry in millenniums past.
This is very interesting.
Thank you so much for entering.

