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“I could cry you a river
but the well in me is dry
I am tir’d of deferment
beware what I here untie
there’s a haste in my step
trembling what beneath me lies
I am honed for the kill
pleased if you would just comply!”,
screamed the wind that tore through the boughs of the trees,
through a valley of green, of ferns and mushrooms,
that drew colours on your tongue with the nectar of a moonflower,
and you can feast on your instincts that have glow(n)
through time.
I love this one. Ferns and mushrooms - you take something so simple and turn it into beauty!
ReplyDeleteI like it. You most definitely can paint a picture with words dear Ms. V!!! Well done.
ReplyDeleteI like the sing song feel of that opening verse until you get to the last lines. Comply with the killing. Yikes. I love me some nature so I like dipping into the colours, the nectar of moonflower sounds quite magic as well.
ReplyDeleteA feeling of being overwhelmed, of silent emotions waiting to burst out, of visions of emptiness and weakness, or something along those lines?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Beautiful!
ReplyDeletewow!!! You have a way with words, your poetry speaks with such romanticism, flowing the current waves of light and hope.
gosh!!! I love this poem you wrote.
P.S Stop by my page. I posted a new poem Yesterday...It's sci-fi and its titled: This robot dreams inside a plastic soul. Hope you like it. :)
Powerful and creative poem ~
ReplyDeleteHappy week to you,
artmusedog and carol
I love the way your parenthetical (n) in the last line turns the phrase into "half glow" ... "you can feast on your instincts that half-glow through time." That is awesome!
ReplyDeleteAlso this:
"I am tir’d of deferment
beware what I here untie"
And too, the screaming wind, along with this: "that drew colours on your tongue with the nectar of a moonflower"
Beautiful work!
Well crafted imageries...smooth flow of words..
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful! Wish I could write so beautifully.
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